I am that obstinate

I have strange preferences about funerals. I have been to many, many funerals. For friends, family, family friends, family of friends and so on. But it seems that many in my generation have not grown up going to funerals. Many of them were left behind when their parents had to attend them. My husband can count on one hand the number of funerals that he has been to. My parents either had nowhere to leave us or felt, as I do, that it is good for kids to learn how to act appropriately in that kind of situation. The point of all this is that I came face to face with my feelings about funerals today. I had to decide if my ideals were worth taking my baby boy to a funeral in the middle of what would normally be his nap time. There were so many ways I could have justified it to my self. "I will start teaching him this when he is older." "I would if it weren't nap time.""This is a silly thing to stand your ground on, are you kidding me? You are just being obstinate." Also I could have left him with any number of willing people, I did get several offers to keep him while I went. So I had to decide how important this was to me, are my feeling about funerals worth the inconvenience?
In conclusion I took Nathan to a funeral today. Yes, I was the crazy lady on the back row with the restless one and a half year old. No he did not behave the whole time but he did very well for the first little bit. I think he learned something but I did feel a bit ridiculous pacing around the atrium with my very restless, napless, teething, drooling, chewing on his vest, kicking off his shoes but very precious baby boy.