In case you were wondering how to go completely off the rails at church, I’ve made some notes:
A) Decide you are fed up! with leaving church because a certain kid is getting loud and screamy, but then later coming back to church because you have a calling. A separate calling, in addition to your life-long parenting gig of your extraordinary child.
B) Decide to stay with said kid in primary, because that is technically where nine-year-olds go during Sunday School. Damn the torpedoes.
C) Watch tiny super-smart three-year-olds perfectly recite their speaking parts in practice for the primary program next week.
D) Gaze at your squirming nine-year-old who is loudly repeating “Shhhh!” without understanding the concept.
E) Realize it was a giant mistake to do this; this awful side-by-side comparison of Jack with all the other children.
F) Take Jack to the senior nursery, where he is warmly welcomed by Susan G., who is an angel person and loves to watch over Jack in the nursery.
G) Watch Jack settle down happily among a roomful of little girls who are half his size, to play with toys.
H) Hold it together through the rest of church……until your neighbors Fred and Shirley stop you in the parking lot and ask you what’s wrong.
I) Cue the meltdown (mine, not Jack’s). Unload to your friends about the misery of being the mom while being sick for three weeks straight, about being tired of the messes, about not having the energy to care about Halloween, about Jack & church, and Jack & his brothers, about Jack & the shredded house, about Jack & me.
J) Feel a little better, post-rant.
K) Feel grateful that F&S reached across the ravine where I stood with Jack, and snatched us back toward them. And held onto us. And made us feel like we belonged.