Then I seriously struggle with knowing when to take him out- I don't want him to think he gets to go out just because he squawks once or twice- OIY!
This past fast Sunday he finally fell asleep after fighting with both Dan and I in the chapel and out of it- and I got a peaceful feeling at what seemed the most awkward time- so I got up and bore my testimony as one of the last.
I just got that sweet spirit to say to me, "Cherish, you are doing what's right, and this is where you belong, this is where Cameron belongs, and God knows he is perfect, and you are trying!"
I just bore testimony that even when we don't feel like going to church- because we all have that sometimes- when we get ourselves up and go, we are blessed. Even when I fight my toddler to be quiet and entertained the whole meeting, I can still feel the spirit, even if it wasn't related to talk given!
Thank heaven for tender mercies!
Cam really is pretty good most weeks- and when he is just chilling for a few seconds- he looks like a little man!
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I remember those days! Definitely never, never easy!! And David was in the bishopric when Noah was little and that truly sucked. I remember a friend of mine asking me after sacrament how I was doing, just a nice, everyday question we ask upon greeting people, but she was in for a surprise when I replied VERY grumpily that I was horrible and that sacrament meeting was hell and I didn't think I'd be back until Noah was older. Ha ha! Thinking back to it now is somewhat funny but living through it was far from hilarious. But you are totally right...of course I kept going and even though most Sundays I did not feel blessed I know I was. And so are you guys. Cam will grow up quickly, these days of trying to keep him quiet in church will soon be over.
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