It's official...

I am going to hell. I sat in Sam's First Holy Communion practice tonight and I thought horrid sinful mean thoughts. I had dialogues in my head, with me being so witty and smart, where I told this woman just where she could go. This was the first, and only, practice the children will have had before their Communion on Sunday. And the woman running it was not nice...not nice at all. I had to talk myself down from getting up and saying something to her. It wasn't the place or the time but man did I want to have a word, or two, with her. She was impatient and threatening. Sam has a difficult time focusing and listening to verbal directions. It's very very difficult for him to hear something and process it in a timely manner; or at all. Tonight he was distracted and overwhelmed and he was not able to attend to what she was saying at all. She actually gave exasperated sighs and clucks of her tongue when he didn't do what he was supposed to. She admonished him sharply and singled him out from all the other children, not once or even twice but several times. She criticized how he walked, how he read and how he bowed. It was just ridiculous. Not every kid fits the mold and you'd think she'd realize this...being the director of Religious Education. Thank goodness Sam is still slightly clueless and he didn't pick up on her nastiness. I took lots of deep breaths and reminded myself I was in a church and just let it go. I keep telling myself I'm the bigger person for not saying anything but I hope I haven't let Sam down. Gahhh! Being a Mom can be so difficult.