Tomorrow is Sunday.
The Lord’s Sabbath Day – a day of rest, inviting us to appreciate our blessings by attending church service and offering praise to God for all of His wonder.
Rest? Are you kidding me?
Whoever said Sunday mornings were restful clearly never brought little children to church.
For my wife and me, getting three kids under the age of four dressed, fed and into our mini-van so we can get to 9 a.m. Mass on time (which rarely happens) is a major feat in itself.
Having our kids behave through the church service and not bring us any shameful glares from others in attendance is an even greater miracle.
Looking back, there have been so many instances where I easily wonder, “What on earth were we thinking going to Mass?”
For starters, a dirty diaper at the most inopportune moment is a classic.
Of course, there was the time when Hugh (now two years of age) was just months old. After having just been breastfed and burped, he managed to vomit on the head of his unsuspecting older brother Isaac, who was standing below him, right beside me.
I kid you not, it was just as if a bird pooped on your shoulder as you were sitting on a park bench.
Thankfully, Isaac didn’t notice a thing and remained very calm as I brought him to the bathroom downstairs, rinsed his hair and dried it.
If only our kids were that calm today.
These days, it seems once we are seated after the opening prayer, Catherine and I must immediately dip into our bag of tricks to keep our boys occupied – and quiet.
Thankfully, our five-month-old baby girl Naomi has been supplying the quiet for the most part, remaining very tranquil and often sleeping cooperatively.
Her brothers, on the other hand, are another story.
Despite being fed a full breakfast at home, there are requests for snacks. So, you can be sure we have some options in our kids’ church bag to keep them satisfied.
Cut up cheese, granola bars, apple slices, yogurt tubes, Cheerios – you name it, we’ve given it (while also opting not to bring food).
After that, it’s a revolving door of toys, books and games to keep them busy.
Of course, we’ve got to referee to ensure there’s no fighting over who gets what – and let’s not forget bothering people in front of or behind us to retrieve items thrown or dropped.
Oh yeah, and what about seating location?
Believe me, we’ve tried practically everything – in front, in back, near the music group, in the “family section,” up in the balcony, with friends, away from them.
Like everything else, it’ll work for a little while but then the novelty wears off.
My wife and I used to sit close together during the priest’s homily after intently listening to the Gospel reading. We used to give each other a kiss during the offering of peace and hold hands when reciting the Our Father.
Now, one of us will sarcastically ask the other, “So, how was Mass?” on the way home, since we will have taken turns spending much of the service with the boys out on the mezzanine.
Don’t get me wrong, part of me thinks it’s comical and I know we provide some entertainment for so many at church.
I mean, how could we not?
You can’t tell me a toddler calling out “Hi Mommy!” from the balcony to his mother on the main floor isn’t cute. And what about this same kid making a sprint to the altar to escape his Daddy (a few weeks in a row, I might add), only to laugh about it as his father carries him back to their seats?
I suppose the moments of peace do indeed make all of these experiences bearable.
Seeing our boys drop money in the offertory basket and give the usher a high five or having them walk beside me holding my hand on the way to Holy Communion are two such examples.
Dipping their fingers in the holy water upon entering the church to make the sign of the cross and resting in my arms with their head on my shoulder as we sing a hymn are two others.
Yes, I recognize it is all worth it (and, honestly, it’s not as bad as this account might depict). I guess that’s what keeps us returning each week.
Sure, we can take the simple route and stay home because it’s easier with little kids. But what good comes from that?
No, we’re going to keep coming back, persevering with focus on the benefits of praising God in His house, joined in solidarity with our brothers and sisters in Christ. (1 Corinthians 9:24 & Hebrews 12:1)
Our faith is important and we wish to celebrate it, teaching it to our children and practicing it with them as a family – no matter how frustrating or challenging it may be at times.
As St. Paul teaches, we will fight the good fight, we will finish the race, and we will keep the faith. (2 Timothy 4:7)
So if you’re experiencing what we do on so many Sundays, take courage and know you’re not alone.
If, on the other hand, you’ve seen our family or one like ours in your church and have been tempted to judge, please, remember compassion could bring you one step closer to Heaven.
Now then, you’ll have to excuse me – my wife and I need to plan our strategy for tomorrow.
4 Replies to “We will Survive”
Keeping it real! I love the truth of your message & more importantly, the faith and values being passed on! Your great examples! Blessings to your beautiful family!
Matt, thank-you for my chuckle of the day! Sweet memories! Although my little girls didn’t run to the altar, they would ask embarrassing questions which seemed to be in the loudest voice.
Most people will admire your courage, taking little ones to church. Others will respect what you are teaching your children. Others will chuckle due to the extra performance given as anxious parents try to corel in their little ones. Others will think that they are happy that theirs are now grown.
Yet there are many that will cherish those special times with you in admiration of what wonderful parents you are!
Pleasure to speak with you after mass this week, Matt. I think we’re lucky to have a welcoming parish like St. Maurice. I’ve rarely had a rude reaction, despite all the commotion that our boys sometimes make. Thanks for a great post! – John
Mattieu George: Another winner! Keep up the good work!