Guilt isn't as much a motivator as one might think. I have been guilty most Sundays for the past 2 years, and only occasionally do I get to church. I love going to church, really! There are nice people and an engaging pastor, so what's the problem?
Well, I am fortunate to be a Stay-At-Home-Mom. I worked up until my 2nd born, so, I know how difficult it is to be away from your kid 5 days a week. And, I adore my kids. They are also very energetic, and the baby is what you might call 'strong willed'. So, taking my 3 kids to church is much like trying to get 3 puppies to hold still for a picture. Even when they try their best, someone ends up falling off a chair, swinging their feet and causing an annoying bump, bump, bump on the chair, or asking a question too loudly during a prayer. Most people are tolerable of this.
If we live through the 20 minutes of church before the kids are dismissed to Sunday School, we enter the next mommy adventure. "Mommy, please stay with me! Are you going to stay? Stay the whole time? Are you going to leave me?" Oddly enough, my children would be the first to run off in a crowd, without a worry as to where I am. But, if I try to walk out of a room, they are clinging to my leg. When my oldest was not quite 3, I was at the zoo, and he started to wander. I stood back and followed him, so that he could realize he was lost, become scared, and hopefully learn his lesson. He wandered around until he found the playground, which was, thankfully, closed. Wouldn't that lesson have ended badly? He pulled on the gates in frustration, then turned around and walked back the way he came. All in all, he was walking for about 45 minutes. Finally, a worker noticed him wandering, plopped him up on a golf cart and picked up his radio. I of course popped out and claimed my child. Not a single tear. But, leave them so I can get my haircut? The floodgates open. My children are amazingly independent and attached to me all at the same time.