I Went to Church

On Mother’s Day, my daughter and I were visiting my parents and attended church with them in the morning. This was my first visit to my parents’ church (the one I grew up in) in over two years. 

My daughter and I arrived ten minutes late because I made the mistake of stopping for an espresso at Starbucks (Happy Mothers’ Day to me!) When we walked in, my dad met us in the foyer and said, “It’s a good thing you just got here because mom is trying to sing a song in Spanish.”

Confused by his comment, I shot my dad a “What the freaking heck?” look, and then decided it was best we sit by ourselves in the off chance he was implying I was going to assist my mom in the song leading portion of the worship service. 

We proceeded to enter the sanctuary. I sat down with my daughter towards the back, and my brother and sister-in-law joined me. 

During the service, my daughter, Aliana,  entertained herself by scribbling on a church bulletin.  


Apparently she believes that she is synonymous with the Lord Jesus Christ. And the month of May. 

Aliana went over to my dad and asked him when the church service would be over during the sermon. 

“What’s the matter? You don’t like my church?” he asked Aliana. 

“Dad, she’s six–it’s not about her liking the church or not–she’s just tired of sitting still,” I tried to explain. Dad was still confused. 

Later on during the congregational prayer, Aliana tried to speak to my dad again.  “Leave him alone. He’s trying to pray,” I said. 

“No, he’s not. He’s falling asleep,” she said. 

I realized in that moment that we probably don’t pray enough in our home. 😳

But I suppose you could say the most interesting part of the morning was Sunday School. I attended the Sunday School class that my dad teaches to primary aged children. 

He was talking about something… precious?  

And here, my daughter can’t contain her inability to understand the androgynous toys and the “precious” block.  

The block is precious, okay? 😂  

Aliana is still not buying the precious Pearl analogy for something that she knows is a decoration from my parents’ home. 

 And when I accidentally referred to my dad using a female pronoun, all focus was lost.  

These videos bring me laughing to tears because I love my dad’s zeal for Bible stories, coupled with Aliana’s commentary. These are two people who bring both JOY and stress to my life. 

I’m kinda starting to realize that is how many healthy familial relationships are–joyful with intermittent moments of stress. 

The good always outweighs the bad. I love them. 


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