Today was Sunday, so our family goes to church. We love the people there and believe it’s an important part of who we are and what we believe. But it’s hard.
Alan works for the church, so he leaves early and stays late. That means I’m on my own.
Enabling Matthew to attend his class requires a “go early with Dad, Mom will be there later to pick you up” system that doesn’t always work.
The people at church try, they really do. But people can’t prevent all the noise, smells and general confusion that comes with a large group of friends together. Helen will start off well, but end up hiding behind me and being generally withdrawn and / or rude (not that she can help it).
Attending will require us to do her brushing therapy every two hours for the entire day. I will battle every bite of food that goes in her mouth. She will cry about nothing. And, what I most hate, she will likely withdraw from us in order to regroup.
My head was hurting before I even got out of bed. Tylenol, Advil and caffeine later didn’t make it go away. I am so tired. But we went and we made it one more day.
You know what else we did? We hosted our weekly college group at our house.
On a Sunday.
Headaches and all. And it was totally worth it.
Because that’s how life goes. The headaches come, whether we like it or not. But hope is something we get to choose. So I will. Even on a Sunday.