Wait up!

Since starting a family it has always been my kids and wife who had trouble keeping up with me when we go on a walk. Now on my too infrequent walks, when my youngest boy Tony, 11 years old with autism spectrum syndrome, I have to ask him to slow down. This is quite an adjustment for me. Wah, I'm old.

My Son Tony

The weekly struggle.

Am I alone or do other orthodox parents (or in my case, parent, singular) struggle to get their children ready for Sunday morning services? And in this case I am only speaking of the temporal kind of readiness; awake, appropriately clothed, combed, teeth brushed, etc. There is of course the more critical spiritual prepardness, which I confess this week I may not have accomplished even for myself. I have to begin getting them to select clothes the day before so that there won't be a debate over what is appropriate attire for God's house on the Lord's Day (or any day really.) One victory I have been given this morning; my oldest daughter is coming with us. May the Lord grant that this be a new beginning to a completed sojourn for her to Christ's Orthodox Catholic Church.