Mass media and much of society still has yet to get the memo.
It’s still lonely, but, I would be remiss if I forgot to mention that my ward (local church congregation) has been better about including my perspective in discussions of parenthood.
Our Relief Society president more or less acknowledged on the stand that visiting teachers minister to families as well as sisters. Whew! I thought Cimmy’s were just putting up with me. Then again, she is my right hand woman for one of my home teaching assignments, because she is assigned as a visiting teacher to the women in that family. Because our respectively assigned companions are inactive or very busy, sometimes, the only way we maintain contact and help for that family is to pair up.
The dads in my ward are hands on. The elders’ quorum (one of the men’s groups) usually has some kids in the meetings, because our dads take turns caring for their kids. When my son was younger, I was grateful to get some help when I took my turn caring for him.
Sometimes I sat in during his Primary time, either in opening exercises (when the children met together) or during his individual classroom time. I am grateful that I don’t have to do that anymore, although, I did like the change of pace then. I liked singing the Primary songs and listening to the lessons.
I have been hurting so bad that I haven’t been attending services much… again. I am still grateful that Cimmy is still willing to take the kids anyways. She didn’t feel well enough to get them to the main worship service, but she took Boy to Primary and Princess to Young Women‘s. Someone in the ward very thoughtfully gave them a ride home.
Still an old photo. The tent was broken, and then repaired after it was taken. I suggested Cimmy move it closer to the east fence (in the background) to shield it from the wind.
Cimmy set up the tent for Boy to sleep in over the weekend. I’m grateful that she fixed it. This is a tent I used during my Scouting years, and I am glad that it’s still servicable.
He slept in it last Friday and Saturday nights, but Cimmy brought him in last night as he was melting down again. We’ll try again this upcoming weekend. He slept alone as Princess had no desire to sleep in the tent this time, but we gave him a flashlight, kept the lights on on the back porch areas, and he was fine.
EDIT Friday, September 5: Our ward had a church social that we somehow missed out on (while Cimmy makes it to meetings, she often misses announcements about social activities unless I press her to add it).
Didn’t know until I called an old family friend two hours ago (who incidentally moved into our neighborhood some months ago– sometimes the stars just align that way to our benefit); he promised to let me know about things a little bit better.
Called my father– he schedules for the building the social was in– so many members are just having trouble adjusting to the new technology (ward organizations– Relief Society, etc.– are supposed to schedule online themselves, but they don’t know how, they keep calling him to do it).
Called our bishop (read: pastor, if that’s more familiar to you) about an hour ago to let him know that we were falling through the cracks and not learning about things. Told him about what I was learning from my father and his calling (read: assignment, position) and said I was willing to help people learn the system– once I can get surgery for the bone spur in my spine and whatever else– and am more healthy to do it.
We will see about Boy sleeping back in the tent tonight.
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