It hurt. A little. It's been a struggle. A three year struggle. I prayed for peace. A lot of it. It's funny because it's the very thing they're learning about in Parker's class. Peace. I needed it just to get me through it. We finally pulled the Band-Aid off and left Parker in class the entire service at church. Alone. No holding his hand. No waiting at the door stalking his every move. I did check on him half way through service. That was a success in my book.
It was tough. I wanted to cry, but I held it together. He needs it. We need it. God wants it, and well... It's crucial for us as a family. We need to refuel ourselves as husband and wife. As parents. As individuals.
Reid went too. And, Reid got kicked out, ha-ha. We figured while the pain from Parker's Band-Aid was still fresh (and the fact that staying quiet in the service wasn't an option) we would put him in class too. We gave it a shot. I think we made it twenty minutes in, worshipped to all of the songs, and then the code "A6A" flashed up on the screen. That looks familiar. Oh, wait, that's us! I was hoping it was just a diaper that needed to be changed, but I could tell by the red eyes, tears and snot that he was inconsolable. He was heartbroken. He wanted mommy and daddy.
Ten minutes later he crashed on daddy. We got to listen to an entire sermon. I repeat, entire sermon. Uninterrupted (and uncomfortable for Grant). It was glorious. As soon as the sermon ended I went (okay, I ran) to pick Parker up. He did so great. The first thing he said was, "Mommy, I didn't like it at first, but then I did." I'd say there was a lot of progress today. Little pain. A lot of peace.
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