The two oldest attended Vacation Bible School at my mom's parish this past week. After a shaky start, the younger of the two seemed to enjoy it even more than the veteran. We attended their closing concert on Friday morning. I am always amazed at how many songs you can cram into a little person's brain over the course of one week!
Truthfully, I didn't want to go. I wanted to spend the time at home with my family, hanging out and watching the Olympics, doing what we do most weekends.
As always, I'm glad I went. I laughed with Mother Mary Ann last night after telling her how much I got from the Retreat Master's talks. She said there is a little story that a woman felt badly about the others at her retreat since it was obvious that Father was speaking directly to her.
I did feel like that a bit...especially when he talked about the martyrdom of motherhood and our acceptance of that vocation. It was a beautiful talk. I wish we could record these things. But, as he said, he's sure he'd be stoned saying that in most other places.
In the end I had a lovely 24 hours with some moms that share my views on most things, a refreshing change!, and some one-on-one time with Mr. G. I think he enjoyed his time as well. Sister Renata wouldn't leave his cheeks alone. I can't say I blame her.