Here's to cleaning out the draft section in the New Year!
I saved this blank post with just the title back in October. I thought I would do a follow up to these ....three.....posts....telling about the difference going to Mass now that the boys are in Religious Education and Sugars is in the nursery while hubby and I go to Mass alone.
I thought it would make a nice funny post about rubbing shoulders with the hubby and actually listening to the homily (sermon).
But other than the occasional observation of my fellow worshipers. I'm forced to say that Mass without hooligans is....well.....a lot less entertaining.
Without the antics of autism and the snuggles of used-to-be-toddlers-now-entering-schoolage Mass is just,.........., Mass.
There is definitely something to be said for "Be still and know that I am God." And worship is always fulfilling. But when the kids are gone there's a void. And on the rare occasion that I go to Mass alone there's a loneliness that almost hurts.
If you've ever seen the "ribbon" for autism it's a coloful puzzle.
When I had kids my life went from Black and White to Technicolor. They've colored my life, both in and outside of the lines. And there are times when being black and white can be restful to the eyes and mind. But there are also times when you miss all those colors and the picture just isn't as pretty.
I am so very grateful for my three perfect children.
They have, after all, taught me how to love, how to laugh, and yes, how to cry.
I look forward to the time when my husband and I can sit in a pew at Mass with our 3 children, their spouses and oodles of grandchildren!
Till then, I'm working on relearning how to "Be still and know that I am God."