![]() ![]() However, my princess-and-the-pea sensitive child ended up in tears one day because children sitting behind her kept brushing against her back as they walked back and forth in their row of chairs. In my current ward, my family and I weren’t sure which pews were open to newcomers, so we sat in the hard chairs in the back, those set up on the wood floors of the cultural hall. CHOOSY CHOCOLATES UTAH PLUSThat was three wards ago due to boundary changes and then a move 600 plus miles away. I probably need to directly apologize to them. I’m actually horrified that I ejected this nice family. So seriously, in fact, that I actually ejected a very nice family of six from “my pew,” explaining my need to be strategically proximate to the aisle and the chapel doors so that I could intercept latecomers as they filed in after the passing of the sacrament. CHOOSY CHOCOLATES UTAH HOW TOOnce my two children learned how to sit in a pew, I staked out a regular spot where I could distribute the Relief Society newsletter to the women as they entered the chapel. By the time his little sister arrived, I had become more comfortable attending church outside of the chapel itself. I often put my active son in his car seat while I sat next to him while I cried, wondering why he wouldn’t sit still and fold his arms. I can’t tell you which row was “ours,” because I spent more time in the mother’s room, the foyer, or even in the parking lot sitting in my van. ![]() Then there were the years I attended church with toddlers. Those were major life events in a short amount of time, and I don’t really remember where we sat or with whom. A few short months after arriving, we welcomed our first baby. Over the period of two years, I was engaged, moved to a student ward, married, and then moved across the country with my husband while pregnant. The significance of who sat in the same pew appeared to matter when my parents divorced, when I attended singles wards for 12 years, and then when I attended a family ward for four years in my thirties as a single person in a household of one.īut then I got married at age 36. Where I sat in the chapel differed for nearly twenty years based on marital status. Over the decades, every time I experienced a major life change, including moving but not exclusive to moving, this usually also resulted in a change in seating arrangements for Sacrament meeting. Photo Credit: Anthony Easton via Creative CommonsĮven though I attend sacrament meeting with great regularity, I don’t have a specific pew that fellow ward members acknowledge as “mine.” Well, I might claim a pew for two or three years, but I have lived in 9 states and probably 30 plus wards, so it’s fiction to think that ward members will bypass a specific pew, thinking to themselves, “Oh, Karen and her family sit here.” ![]()
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