Ever since I was a teenager, I was blessed with the wonderful opportunity to help clean the church at mutual. Let's be honest though, cleaning the building nights was not exactly my favorite mutual activity but I would still go.
There was one room though that I always loved cleaning. And that was the mothers's nursing lounge. I had dreams of someday being able to sit in such a place and hold my dear little baby. I would look at the rocking chair with fondness and look to the future when I would someday be able to sit in that chair for the purpose it was intended.
Fast Forward to last summer when we moved into our new apartment which also meant attending a new ward. I noticed the mother's nursing lounge the first Sunday we went to the new building. After you enter the women's restroom, there is a door immediately inside with the beautiful letters "Mother's Lounge" written on the door. And so my dream to be able to step foot inside this room continued every time I had to use the restroom at church.
I was so curious as to what the room would look like. I had concluded that this must be a beautiful, large room. Obviously who ever designed the building must have designed this room to be a grand suite because (1) it was IN the restroom and (2) it had its own door. I have been in some buildings where the lounge was attached to the restroom but there was no door and other buildings where the lounge was no where near the restroom. Once we found out I was pregnant, reality set in that I would soon be able to set foot into this room. And so my imagination went wild as I pictured what this glorious room looked like.
We were all on time for church today. And Devin was even content enough that I was able to listen to the discussion on missionary work in Relief Society. But I realized that he had about had it and I could either go feed him during Sunday School or I could attempt to keep him quiet knowing that he wouldn't survive very long and possibly have to miss taking the Sacrament because I was feeding my baby. As luxurious as this room must be, there is nothing that it worth missing taking the Sacrament each week.
With diaper bag around my shoulder and Devin and blanket in my arms, I headed towards the Mother's Lounge. Excitement spread through my body as I walked down the hallway because I would finally have a reason to open the door.
The moment arrived. I opened the door. Gasp. Pause. Smile.
So much for a luxurious suite. The two rocking chairs take up practically the entire room. But obviously this room is busy because there are two plastic chairs stuffed awkwardly in there as well. And there is a changing table (which practically opens onto the lap of one of the rocking chairs) and a sink. Well, it wasn't big but it still had a purpose to serve.
And I enjoyed being able to sit and rock my baby while he ate. It was a wonderful moment and one that won't last for very many months and so I chose to love every second of my over crowded, squeaky chair Mother's Lounge experience.