The funny thing about parenting is that you give up those all those nice activities you used to do before babies and toddlers, but in exchange, you get so much more. True, I won't be attending the Easter Vigil again, my favorite Mass of the year. And adoration? After the last botched attempt with arranging a babysitter, I'm not geared up to go anytime soon. If I could simply get out to go one Mass without the kids, it would totally qualify as a retreat. Probably even as good as a weekend retreat.
But instead of all those things, I get the joy of teaching my own kids the Faith. The one true Faith that never changes. Even if all else fails in their lives, they will always be able to fall back on the Faith that was passed onto them by my husband and I. It is a true joy! I hang on every word about Jesus, Mary or God that comes out my son's mouth- even if his theology is way off or he says he likes Mary, but he likes trains more than he likes Mary (we are working on that one!). I wouldn't trade anything in the world to be able to be my children's first instructor.
I don't get to hop in the car to attend Bible study, but when I teach my kids about the bible, I gain a deeper understanding and appreciation of the Bible that I wouldn't otherwise had received. When I'm teaching my children about God, I enter into a prayer between me and God where graces flow just as freely as some of the best alone times with God. Have you ever had one of those moments when you are reading a spiritual book to your child and you tear up because of what it means to you? That's what I am thankful for during this Holy Week. I'm thankful for God always giving me what I need- while I am giving His little ones what they need.