Life

Should I stay or should I go?

I sat in the parking lot of my son’s school this morning watching the procession of drop offs. There was time to kill since I was planning on attending the first mass of the school year and there was only a short period of time between when he was due at school and supposedly when mass was to begin. I say supposedly because I was still unsure that it was something parents were even invited to. I had 30 minutes to figure it out.

During that time, I anxiously watched drop off to see if any other parents were staying. I scanned the emails from school and looked at the online calendar. I wrote an entire blog post about it. The play by play, which was of course very boring, but then just as I was about to hit publish (and before the morning came to a resolution about what I was going to do about attending mass) I accidentally deleted. Poof it was gone. You are welcome!

Although you get to relive it here in the after play so I’m not sure I did you any favors. Except here is the lesson I learned. The thirty minutes I spent wringing my hands about what I was supposed to do – go to mass or leave – I needed to just do what I was going to do. I had decided to go to mass and whether or not other parents were going was not something I needed to worry about. In the end, only a handful (five or six) of us attended. Apparently this is not a thing at the new school. His old school was much smaller but had many, many parents attend the monthly First Friday masses. At 52 I’m still always questioning my instincts!