This week is spring break in our school district. So Justin didn’t have Sunday School this morning. And some mornings it’s just too daunting of a prospect to even entertain the idea of packing up the entire circus for an hour of church. It’s easier than it was even a year ago, but I’ve had to smack David upside the head one too many times while he and Cameron were doing something obnoxious in line for Communion. And I just didn’t feel like dealing with that nonsense today.
So like any seasoned parents, we employed the tried and true “divide and conquer” strategy. Barry took Cameron at 8:30. Justin and Alex got a free pass. And after a stand-off with David, he ultimately decided he didn’t want to test Mom’s threat of “You don’t go to church, you don’t go to the Timberwolves game tonight,” and we went at 10:30.
Once in a while it’s nice to go and not have to worry about keeping everyone in line. With just David and me there, I had the opportunity to take in my surroundings. What I realized this morning is that most families are as close to dysfunctional as we are. Across the aisle a little girl was going through her mom’s purse, pulling credit cards out of her wallet. As we were kneeling, the boy in front of us sneezed. It was, shall we say, a productive sneeze. His poor mom was digging through her bag looking for a tissue. Finally his dad tore a piece of paper out of his brother’s notebook and used that. The first piece didn’t do the job so he tore out another. Unfortunately I wasn’t packing any Kleenex this morning (I checked) or I surely would have bailed them out. Babies cried, toddlers threw tantrums and had to be taken out. Didn’t bother me at all. It was just glorious that I wasn’t the one trying to manage it all.
© Jennifer Alys Windholz, 2011