But she was emphatic enough, so I gave in and let her go to the door.
She pulled her walker close to the glass, put her hands on the glass, and looked inside. ” I walked over behind her and couldn’t see anything due to the reflection, but as I looked in, I realized what room it was.
Molly is a cradle Catholic, wife, and mother of 5 girls.My older children probably don’t even realize that, yet Meagan knew – she just knew His presence and wanted to be close. She is still clunking her big leg braces between the pews, or slamming her walker in to the wall or pillars, or constantly talking, not understanding how to whisper or be quiet, or on bad days arching backwards with head pain I don’t even want to imagine.But I ask other parents, and other Catholics in general, to be patient.To the regular eye that glances our way, it may not appear Meagan has “challenges,” and I know how sometimes we are quick to judge, especially during Mass when children are loud.We are so thankful we have such wonderful parishioners who, so far, have been extremely patient and accommodating to her and us, but we know this is not the case everywhere.I kept trying to steer her back down the aisle because she kept trying to go in this narrow passage to a door at the back.The door had glass and I was trying to keep her away from potential disaster.I would turn her around, she would freak out and turn back towards the door.Finally after repeating this process several times, she stiffened her body and yelled, “No! ” It took me aback as I had no clue what she was talking about.When her four older sisters were toddlers or younger, of course they went through the things we typically go through with those ages.The squirming, the restlessness, the wanting to move, the tantrums, the frustrations, the noise making…and the list goes on.