Yesterday I went to church with my 8 year old just for a few minutes. I felt the need to go after so many years. Oh so many years! My daughter looked at me when she saw me bending on my knees and put my hands over my face to pray. I know she was surprised. She just don't know why I was doing that. It's a shame for me not to educate my daughters in faith. I was educated in faith. Things happened in my life that I lost my grip and just forgot about all the good things I knew once. I'm not a bad person. Just that I let out a lot of good things I just know.
Today we went to mass. I remembered when my mom used to go at Saturday too at 7:00pm. There was always a problem to ruin the visit in the last minute but my mom always found the way to go. It happened to me today. My husband feeling bad and really pissed off about the idea. He said no but I know he was. The cat went missing. I really hope that in the sunlight we can find him. The babies cranky, the bigger ones excited. But I went to church.
Once in there my 3 year old was just hyperactive. She naps almost every day. Today she didn't. Hyperactivity is one symptom of the lack of naps. I decided to let her be free because I wasn't going to be like crazy calling her attention all through the whole service. At least she wasn't talking loud. I left my son with his father. If not I could've had to leave the service for good. That guy is just too much.
The experience was good. I just bend on my knees and told God thanks for giving me the opportunity to be there after all I have to do in my life. I just couldn't listen to much of what the Father said because of my hyper girl and some really loud noise from the electionary campaigns but I was there in the house of God after so many years. That was enough for the moment. I want to go again.
