All mothers of loss know it, some dread it, some avoid it, but it always seems to come up, doesn’t it?
Today at church, a couple we didn’t know sat next to us. They had a toddler with them giggling and having a good time. After the service, DH and I tried to get out quickly, because I knew what was coming. She kept looking over at us, I could tell she didn’t know who we were and wanted to know.
We have only been to this church 2 times, and everyone seems to know one another even though between the two services there are usually about 2000 that attend.
We weren’t quick enough. “Hi, I’m Brittany and this is my husband Mark. That is little Malachai. (Names changed). What are your names?” We politely answer while trying to make our way out. Didn’t work.
She then proceeded to ask us where we live, were we work, why they haven’t see us here before, are we coming back, are we looking for a church etc. without ever answering any of the questions herself. When we finally thought the interrogation was over, we get THAT question. Do you have kids?
I broke down. I started crying. I was exhausted from the questioning, and the up and down of church. Through tears, we explain. She never offered an apology, or anything. Then tells us about her son.
It was all very awkward, and I don’t want to go through it again. Neither does James. He wants to look at other churches. I told him, it doesn’t matter where we go, we will get that interrogation from long standing members, and THAT question will always be asked by the women there. A question I will never ask anyone.