When my youngest was born, she made her first church appearance just a few days later. Being understandably tired, we didn’t make it to our usual Mass, but went to an 11:00 a.m. at a church I’m not as familiar with. The baby slept wonderfully through Mass until just before the end. When she began to cry, I picked her up and looked around for a private hidey-hole in which to discreetly feed her. Then I spotted a folding chair in a dark corner, far from any people. Perfect!
A minute later, Mass was over and I soon discovered a crucial architectural structure that I had previously overlooked:I was sitting next to an exit door.
A flood of people came streaming past me. I wasn’t sure whether I should look down and hide my face, or look up and around as though everything was perfectly fine. Since I couldn’t make up my mind, I alternated back and forth.
When the line of people leaving got toward the end, I was looking up, just in time to see the father of one of my husband’s students. He nodded toward me, and said, “How’s it going?” I smiled awkwardly, blushing, and nodded a hello.
In the future I intend to get blueprints in advance of attending any new church.