Adam thought I was actingÃ‚Â weird when I rolled over Saturday night and told him I was not going to stand up at church on Sunday. He also took that to mean that we were not everÃ‚Â going to have a happyÃ‚Â carefree Mother’s Day. I explained to him that my stand for injustice did not mean that I wasn’t happy, that I wasn’t excited to spend Sunday with my family, that I wasn’t looking forward to hearing my children sing at church. It simply meant that I refused to forget.
Remaining seated whenÃ‚Â the womenÃ‚Â were asked to stand was the only way that I could think to support and remember all of those who are still longing, and those who are still hoping. IÃ‚Â remember what it was like to sit there, when I was dumb enough all those years ago to actually attend on Mother’s Day. The worst part of the service was always the end. If I did not stand, people would tell me I was a mother in spirit, or something else lame,Ã‚Â and badger me until I stood. If I did stand, IÃ‚Â would feelÃ‚Â like a pretender, as if all eyes were on me feelingÃ‚Â sorry for me. And the entire service, I thought about nothing else–just the decision to stand or not to stand. I suppose exiting is always an option, but that is even more lame. Now, after years of practice, I really don’t care what people think about my decision. And, truth be told, not many people notice, unless they are specifically looking. It is mostly in my mind. Of course, poor Mindy H. looked so confused when I did not want theÃ‚Â gift she was passing down the row. Who could blame her. :) Whatev!
For me, enduring sappy mom-centered talks, and listening to the children sing (which was very sweet), was more than enough. The rest of my day was way better than church. I know that old habits die hard. I know that. We will see if, and how, I change over the next few years. But my current stance is that I would prefer to spend Mother’s Day away from church with my husband and children.
For me, it was just weird. And I really did try!!!