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| taken fall 2011 |
Then we had a beautiful baby boy. Kingston. And just like that, my days of peaceful church meetings were again put on hold. Kingston is a fussy child. Don't get me wrong, he's also adorable. But, he is not an easy kid to handle during church. In the past 15 or so months we have gone through periods of time where we could sit or stand with him during our classes and Sacrament Meeting, and periods where we spent 3 hours wandering halls and standing in the lobby. Those periods are exhausting. I am so thankful I have a husband that is my equal partner in these parenting things.
We are currently in a very difficult phase with King. Our church starts at 1:50pm. That would normally be about half an hour after his morning nap starts. So, we're doomed from the get go. Aside from being cranky and tired the whole 3 hour block, the kid likes to SCREAM. I don't mean cry, well, at least not all the time. He just likes to SCREAM. Randomly. If he's discouraged, he screams. If he's tired, he screams. If he likes you, he screams. If he wants food, he screams. And the list goes on and on. Unfortunately, screaming during church meetings is a pretty major distraction. It makes it pretty much impossible to stay in a meeting with him in tow.
Today, after trying for probably a bit too long to keep the kid quiet using different toys and whatnot, Cameron paced with him in the back of our Gospel Doctrine class. Then, during the special combined men and women class, I had to take Kingston into the lobby instead of being able to sit next to Cameron. It wouldn't have been so bad if King was good while I was holding him. He used to do really well as long as I was standing up. It's our policy not to put him down on the ground if he has to be taken out of a meeting. We've learned that our kids would then make the connection that if they are bad in class they get to go out and play. So, we hold him. Today he struggled like no other wanting me to put him down. Frankly, if I did put him down, he probably would have screamed for me to pick him back up. He was TIRED.
Cameron and I went to choir practice before church for the first time today, too. They were performing The Battle Hymn of the Republic today in church, and wanted as many voices as they could get. I was pretty excited about it, but in the back of my mind I realized that I would probably be in the lobby with the baby instead of on stage singing. I knew the choir was in desperate need of men, and I wasn't going to have Cameron go out with the baby when he should be on stage singing. Sigh. I hate when predictions come true. I actually spent all of Sacrament Meeting today in the car. I don't normally go outside, but my feet and legs were KILLING me (I guess the wedge shoes were a bad idea). My baby was exhausted. He actually fell asleep within minutes of being put into his carseat. I did one quick trip around the block to lull him to sleep, and he was out for the hour. I parked in the shade. I put on the CD of church music the bishop had given me for Mother's Day, and read a few articles from a church magazine, The Ensign.
I have to admit, I had more peace during that hour in the car than I've had during church time for a while. I was doing something that was spiritually uplifting. Plus, I was raising to my calling as a mother. To me, these few years of sacrificing my time and energy to care for my children is part of my job. Is it easy? No. Is it exhausting? Yes. Is it worth it? Absolutely. I know that when my children see me going to church week after week through thick and thin they will see how important the Savior is to their mother. They will also see how much their mother loves them that she is willing to make sacrifices like this in order to care for them. I have the rest of my life to sit through church without babies to worry about. Right now it's my turn to mother my little ones. And these little ones won't stay little for very long at all.







































