I've struggled to get to church with the kids since they were babies.  My faith is important to me and it's a gift I want to share with them.  DD loves going- loves the music, the dressing up, the getting to have some quiet time.  DS?  Not so much.  Which leads me to my problem.  He truly doesn't care that it matters to me and, at 6, I can't say that surprises me too much.  But this morning, after working really hard to try to get us there, I just gave up.  He flat refused to put his clothes on, whined and cried screamed until it was too late for us to leave.  When I tearfully announced that he'd won, that we couldn't go, he was happy.  Openly, clearly happy.