Ok, the whole truth? I stayed in there, too.
It was the first Sunday I was scheduled to serve in there as a nursery worker and my main job turned out to be keeping Ivy away from the other babies. Even though she was the youngest and obviously the cutest (heheh just kidding) (oh no I did not just say that outloud) she was a terror. Thankfully everyone made it out alive and mostly unharmed.
I'm still kind of new-ish at our church, meeting people a little more as I go and when it was revealed that I don't even have a crib for Ivy at home, the other ladies looked at each other and were like, oh that explains a lot.
"That's not good." and "No wonder she's so attached to you." And they gave each other looks and muttered I could never do that.
Normally, despite how comfortable I am about our parenting choices, this would have stung at least a little. I might try to laugh it off or defend myself politely and informatively.
But this day? I didn't feel a thing and I didn't say a word.
And my reaction, or non-reaction as it so happened, felt kinda good.
I didn't need to explain myself or rattle off the benefits of attachment parenting. These people obviously think differently and that's ok. That's their thing. I do my thing. You do your thing.
How silly that I ever let myself feel anything about it otherwise.
It was awesome.
Ivy loved her first fourth of July, including the fireworks. Especially the fireworks.
We had such a splendid time that I didn't even think about interrupting the moment by digging my camera out from the bottom of my bag in the dark and trying to get the perfect picture.
Who am I kidding? Of course I dug out my camera and caught what I could of those moments of wonder.
It was awesome.
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