Off to the corner in an office building sat my 5 year old building Lego's as high as he could. Just in earshot of him were several ladies. Our Asperger's group has dwindled in numbers as of late...but we were there nonetheless.
Two women were Hispanic, one with a wild mane and the other with a slick bun showing of a porcelain face. The woman to the left of me had very pale skin and natural blond hair. She had the classic farmer tan from riding her horse. There I sat...the lone black woman...not a token...just another concerned mother. On my right were a mother and daughter team...no correction...grannie and mommy dream team. (They had the same nose and bright eyes.) With a blackberry and coffee in her hand...front and center was our fearless leader...an Italian? German? English? mix of a girl with dark brown hair and blue or green eyes, revealing a figure that says..."Are you sure she birthed 3 kids?"
I was glad I was there because it's really a night I just let it ALL hang out about what's going on with my boys. I tell about the joys, the pain, and the great things that God is doing...and the silence I might be getting from prayers asked with a begging in my voice. Prayers that might be answered with a "no" or "wait".
As we talked about our kids, the air was strong with scented coffee...one woman sighed...
"I can't go to church with my children. One doesn't talk and the other has sensory issues and runs off."
Then I retorted..."I've been there."
She said..."What do you do when they put your number on the screen...I just don't go because I don't want some nursery worker coming to get me about my kid...it's just not worth it."
"Hey...I didn't have any sense...I once took my kids to a church and BOTH of their numbers came up from different screens in the worship service...at the same time!"
"Lorrie, what did you do?"
"I went to the nursery room of the easiest child first...I figured the other will keep...and he did."
We all laughed and moved on to another topic.
Of course I'm still thinking about it and can't let it go.
We really didn't answer her question...we just gave her a place where she's understood.
I'm asking this question mainly for those of you who have "typical" children...(and I mean your child has never been to a psychologist, been tested for any neurological disorders, behavior disorders, doesn't have an IEP or 504)... Those of you with special needs children...please feel free to answer as well...
is this lady right with the statement...
"I can't go to church with my children."
I know what I'd say (if I had the chance to tonight)...and I know what God's word says...
but I'm curious as to...
What do you think?
(and obviously...I had too much coffee because I'm still awake.)