I can't linger here long, since I have to get dressed and herd the boys out to church, but the events of the last few days bear noting.
Thanksgiving at my brother's was awesome. The kids did great and had a great time with their cousins. I remarked to hubby that my family probably didn't notice, because no one notices anything unless something has gone wrong or property damage is somehow involved.
I reminded him we need to catch the boys--particularly G--being good.
We had city jaunts, too. We spent the afternoon in Philly after our clinical appointment for both boys--and they didn't tell me anything I didn't already know about either of them. But we had a fully satisfying walk across town and by the river in the afternoon, pointing out the people practicing for the next day's parade and looking for new places to explore. We found a couple, too.
On Friday we went down to Baltimore for our annual pilgrimage to the B&O RR museum and met up with our friends. It was a fractured visit with K, but the kids had a great time and we discovered more places to visit, and added more places to see the next time we visit. The boys had a blast.
Which brings me to the question I will bring with me to church today--considering how well the boys are doing, how hard should I push this neighborhood association thing? Is walking away the right thing to do? Or is getting my heart ripped out repeatedly a pointless exercise that will be absolutely lost on the people I need to reach.
Part of me says, "No point. You will never reach them."
My niggling little inner voice reminds me: "You might reach one."
Off to church I go. I will be waiting for an answer....