Tonight I had to attend a meeting to prepare for Big Brother’s Confirmation next month. The meeting was run by the CCD Director and the way things are in this parish, the school kids are treated as an afterthought. For example, only the CCD kids were invited to the Generation Life program that’s scheduled later this spring. (Amy, if you’re reading, I’m not saying that this is everywhere, but in this parish it’s always like this.)
So I sat there at a poorly-attended meeting, with no school parents I knew in the room, watching a video aimed at teenagers about what would happen at Confirmation Mass. And I had plenty of time to sulk and stew about the way things have happened.
It’s been nice to be so welcomed in our “old” parish, but there’s a big hole in my Sunday morning when I’m not in the choir. I miss singing, I miss playing, I miss the children in the choir, and the choir director, and seeing my Big Kids participate in Mass as choir members and altar servers.
There’s infighting in the PTA, and people are quitting all over the place. I just want the kids to end their time in this school on a positive note, and I don’t think that’s going to happen. All the feelings of hurt and anger that I thought I had moved past came back at me tonight and nearly knocked me over.
I guess all the milestones, like Confirmation, are going to be downers this year.
In some ways, I can’t wait to get out of there. I wish it was over now.