Monday, September 19, 2011

Matthew's Dedication And My Embarrassment

Yesterday was a big day for our family. Matthew was dedicated!

I was so excited I could hardly sleep the night before. I just lay there praying for him, and praying for a beautiful, memorable day. My Mama, our dear friend Gary (who is more of a brother to Ian) and Ian's parents joined us.

I decided to hold off on giving Matthew his mid-morning bottle, figuring I'd feed him during worship and he'd be sound asleep by the time he was being dedicated.

Big. Mistake.

You'd think I'd know better considering this is my fourth child.

But no.

Again I say big mistake.

He started crying during worship so I took him out to the foyer and bounced and jiggled him the way he loves (and makes me look like a goof). It seemed to be working and then we were called up to the front.

As soon as we joined our Pastor, Matthew opened his mouth and started crying.

When I say crying I mean ear shattering wailing. Right in front of the entire congregation. I did what any loving mother would do - I passed him off to his father.

I dearly love our Pastor. He is a wonderful man of faith, and has been such an instrumental part of my spiritual growth. I am blessed to be able to count him as a friend. He just rolled with the crying and proceeded with the dedication.

Matt was crying so hard I couldn't hear anything. I had tears in my eyes, but not because I was moved. It was because I couldn't imagine a time when I felt more embarrassed in my life.

Yeah, yeah. We've all been there. I know. But this was happening to US and it's different when things happen to US!

As soon as we stepped down Matthew stopped crying. Honestly, Matthew!

I took him straight back to the nursery to settle him down and feed him. I was visiting with a lovely lady who mentioned that she read my blog. I was surprised and asked if she was serious and she said yes, someone had told her about it so she checked it out.

I felt really shy about that all of a sudden and looked down. And when I looked down I was shocked to see that the wire from my underwire bra was sticking out of the top of my shirt.

I can't decide what was more embarassing: a) the fact that in my 9 years of attendance at this church, I have never heard a baby cry like Matthew did during a dedication and has now set a record I can't wait for some other couple to beat (sorry, but true), b) my bra broke right there in the house of the Lord and the wire was sticking out for all of God's people to see or c) people I know in real life read me.

It's a toss up.

But, drama aside, he has been dedicated and I'm happy. I don't have any pictures to post because he had gotten himself all worked up that he barfed on his outfit. I was pretty sure you didn't want to see that.

Since the housework was all done on Saturday, I didn't have anything I had to do today. So, the Littles and I headed over to my Mama's for breakfast and a visit. We came home for lunch and while they napped I watched tv. The house was so quiet.

Too quiet.

Nothing on tv.

Nothing except for.....soap operas.

So, I broke my 20 year hiatus from soaps and watched The Young & The Restless. Two minutes in I knew that dude wasn't a real bone marrow match for little Delia, and Victor Newman sure got old. Esther used to be Katherine Chancellor's maid, no? Now she was all dressed up all fancy like the other people just hanging around. And some freaky eyed lady was locked up in the wine cellar with some Australian dude.

An hour of my life I'll never get back.

Tonight is the Dancing With The Stars premiere and even though there isn't anyone on it this season I really like (except for my girl Nancy Grace) I will still watch.

Over and out.

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2 comments:

  1. Oh my goodness!!! I don't know whether to laugh or cry for you! I'll laugh--it's more fun! Even though there were tears, you did an amazingly thing with your little guy! What a special day!!!

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  2. I'll see your embarrassment and raise you a humiliation...

    After breastfeeding my son the other day, I walked back out to continue visiting with my father-in-law with one of the girls hanging out. The worst part was, I didn't notice for like 2 minutes so everyone was just awkwardly avoiding eye contact with me. At least I had resnapped my bra. I blame the lack of sleep!

    I'm sorry your little man cried like that. I probably would have cried along side him, too.

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