I’ve been in ministry with my parents for 25 years, and I must say it’s been an unique journey. We’ve graduated from driving one car to church as a family to each one of us driving our own vehicles. Growing up as a PK (Preacher’s Kid) has definitely had it’s pros and cons!
Most people don’t understand the life of an PK. For years they have stereotyped us as the worst kids in church world, which just isn’t true. Well, for me and my siblings, it isn’t.
We’ve never been to jail, we’ve never been in any kind of community drama and we’ve never did anything crazy in school. We were solid kids. Trying to maintain a positive image because our parents were pastors was hard growing up. We couldn’t do what the other church kids were doing. Going out to the club was a definite no. We couldn’t go to the movies on a week day due to us being at church. It didn’t matter if no one else was at church, if the doors were opened, we were there, PERIODT!!!
However, the biggest sacrifice as PKs is sharing our parents with the people in the church. We lost them emotionally, sometimes spiritually and most times physically, due to the needs of the saints. When I was younger, I didn’t speak on my emotions or feelings to my parents. They were always dealing with the people in the church. If I had an issue, I always went to God because that’s what I was taught to do. There were many times my feelings needed my parents attention. I needed to hear my parents say, it’s going to be okay.
I observed them sacrifice and give their all to people in the church, and then watched those same people leave the church, while bad mouthing my parents. I was conflicted and confused, because I know my parents gave their all to these people. I thought to myself, WHAT?! You’re really out here talking about my parents after all the times they were there for you. I compromised my needs and feelings, so that you could have someone pray for and guide you! OH HELLLLLL NAWL!!
If the saints only knew what PKs really went through, they would never say “we are the worst kids”, but the most unselfish people in the church world. To share our parents with the community, and then get nothing in return is TRASH!! We deserve just as much as the pastors do, PERIODT! From missed graduations, to missed talent shows just to make sure Sister Bam Bam had someone to hold her hand while she went through hard times. We PKs had to endure that kind of absence from our parents, just to please the saints, the ones who calls us the bad kids! Imagine sharing your parents with some of the most ungrateful, inconsistent people in the world…
S.N. This is not all church goers, “saints”.