A few weeks ago we had our bishop come over to visit with his lovely wife. He mainly wanted to check in and see how we were doing as well as give us the soft reminder that Evan is getting closer to becoming baptized next year. And then the next day I had a visit from the sister missionaries who were just assigned to our ward. I shared my fears of bring the boys by myself to church and if was it really worth it if I spent a majority of the time walking circles around the church with a 14 month old who wouldn't possibly sit still. But I promised I would try.
The morning was hectic. Chaotic even. My husband kissed me and reminded me that I didn't need to bring them by myself. I could easily wait for another time when Mike would accompany me. But my answer was I did need to do this, because there are going to be weeks when Mike won't be able to attend with me and both boys need to be in church to feel the spirit of our Heavenly Father.
While I parked, I still had my doubts about how this was going to go. However, it went well. I was invited to sit with another one of the sisters in the ward who helped manage the boys (really just to watch Evan when I needed to give Alex a "running" break) and both boys behaved as well as I could have hoped for. After sacrament, Evan went off to primary, leaving me with just Alex, and we spent most of our time the second hour walking the hallways. I ran into a lot of my old youth leaders and parents of those who I attended youth groups with. It was so nice to catch up with them.
Eventually I conned Alex into a nap, and he napped for most of the third hour allowing me to sit through Relief Society without much trouble. I still feel odd sitting there. I am one of the youngest women in our ward and I still haven't figured out how I fit into our church community. But I'm hoping by showing up when I can that I will be able to.
I'm surprised how well it all went. It boosted my confidence, not only in being able to manage my two crazy boys, but that the women of the ward will stand by me and give me a hand. And I really couldn't ask for more.