So there have been countless moments in the time since I last wrote that I thought, "I should write this down" or "Remember when you wanted to better document this pregnancy? You can do that by writing in your blog." But, typical for me, I had no follow through. Yes, life with my family plus baby-sitting another little is crazy hectic and full of times when I was actually living them rather than documenting them, which I can't regret obviously. But still. There were also plenty of times I got sucked into Netflix binge watching a series I've already seen. So, guilt sets in and here I am.
I am writing today because I'm already not going to make it to church, which I've been trying really hard to do. Max is wise enough now to recognize church is supposed to be a weekly thing and it's only a matter of time before he protests "Why do we have to go to church?" and my response of "Because God is good to us and it's a nice thing to do to go for a short time every week to say thank you for all the good we have in our life." is met with "But we didn't got last week." And I will have nothing to say. Because he's right. We didn't go last week. Why? Because we took too long in getting ready and we would have been late. Because we had a show and a cookout afterwards and we needed to get ready. Because I got sucked into checking my Facebook. Because Dave didn't get up and help get Max ready. Because Max was too tired to get a bath last night so he needed one this morning and that takes forever. Because because because excuse excuse excuse. <sigh>
I've been so conflicted on this whole religion thing for so many years; I could start my own religion called the Questionable Catholic. (But I guess that already exists without the label.) I was raised Catholic by two unrelenting Catholic parents, and going back in generations, the faith only got stronger. I went to public school off and on throughout my education and learned early on that other people had different faiths, beliefs and practices. Which was cool with me. (My poor mother didn't know there were other religions until she went off to college, which should be a sin itself.) But as I grew up in my family, I practiced as I was taught. I went to church every weekend, even participating in some capacity, usually musically. I sang for mass in high school, or played an instrument. But it became less cool to be Catholic, mostly because I became a rebellious liberal and couldn't understand how a church that teaches us to love one another as God has loved us could be against homosexuality, women in leadership in the church,
Weeks ago I got pulled away and never finished this post. It's quite symbolic of my life, so I'm leaving it as is.
