Sunday, January 2, 2011


I have a confession to make. I'm sure I'll be judged but I don't care. I just have to be honest. I'll lay it all on the line and bare my soul. I'm brave like that! Here goes!

I absolutely HATE taking my child to church! It is the most stressful parenting experience for me and I dread it with a passion!

But one of the goals for 2011 is to do better about going. He needs to go to church. I'm blaming this on my mom. I know if my mom was alive she would make me take him. So I'm taking him. But I hate it. He is so high energy and all over the place. He can't sit still, he talks and roars, he climbs under pews, he crawls all over me, I can't hear anything, I can't look at the hymnal long enough to actually see what hymn were singing let alone sing it! I hate it! The only little bit of God I get out of church is the prayer I say over and over that I don't beat him during the service. Yeah it's not the least bit enjoyable for me.

But we are going. I keep praying it will get easier. I keep praying one day I'll look over at him in the pew and be glad I took him. Until then I'm going to grit my teeth and push forward. But next week I may drink a little before we head in for the service.

1 comment:

jodilee0123 said...

My Jada keeps getting kicked out of the church daycare--you know--for telling the teacher to be quiet. . . running away from the teacher and hiding under the table, etc. It is a lot of work to get 3 to church and I have been lacking myself--I know EXACTLY how you feel. Then, I'm lucky if my 5 year old doesn't pee his pants because he is too afraid (or lazy) to go to the bathroom. Soon, my youngest won't want to be around other people or in her car seat. Silly how life is.