Family, (a good, solid, loving family) takes you as you are. They may encourage you to soar a little higher, but they don't judge. They love you even if you are sitting on the floor in the back of the room instead of in a row of chairs next to them. I love my church family.
Today we (myself, son, and daughter) sat on the floor in the very back of the building (church is in a middle school gym) because the sounds of our amazing worship team were too loud for one of my children. The service has become longer for the kids so they can spend more time worshiping with our entire church family. This means that my other child needed to wiggle and be squished by climbing under my legs and behind me and all around. Silently my child squished into a comfortable and peaceful place.
What I love, and am so thankful for is that I did not get one single judgmental look from anyone.
That, is a good family.
A glimpse of my journey in mothering and whatever else stumbles out of my head.
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