11 Things That Happen To Parents Who Bring Their Kids To Mass

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  • Kathy Kearny

    Great article! As a grandma (of 16 who are all growing up way too fast) I LOVE seeing young families and their kids at Mass – they are our future.

    • Rich Lamm

      I agree! They give us hope!

  • jenny

    True…. it can also be an excellent homily.

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  • glovehead

    Number 1 is a subject that is tough. Above all, Mass is not about us. We are gathered to give glory and homage to our Lord. Anything that detracts, distracts, or interrupts this purpose should be avoided and deterred. Admiring and enjoying a young family brings joy, but it also draws us away from the purpose of why we gather. I am by no means perfect at this. But I try. I also have children who have acted up like most kids. It is tough to admit, but our family is not the “model family” in the pew. Number 10 and the cry room/vestibule are solutions. Most other parents do feel our pain, but pretending the commotion is acceptable is not okay. Father is leading us all in prayer, that is the priority. It is respectful and our children will learn this lesson faster if we, as parents, are good examples of this respect

    • David Lamothe

      Suffer the little children to come onto me and forbid them naught

      • Marion (Mael Muire)

        Sure, but if said little children shall suffer melt-down, then let one parent of melting one hie him out to the vestibule, porch, or front steps area until said child has composed self. And then return to their pew. If inconsiderate parents insist on remaining planted in place while young one shreiks, bellows, and raves at 70 – 100 decibels, then the entire congregation is made to SUFFER, and that is not what the Lord intended.

        • David Lamothe

          It happens. What about the parents? Is there more than one? Both parents can’t always make it to Mass at the same time, for any number of reasons (ie; Military Families) How many children do they have to take care of? Perhaps they are overwhelmed with their responsibilities? Offer to help out? If the child is screaming there is a reason. Maybe saying a prayer to your angel for help?

          • Marion (Mael Muire)

            These are all good explanations and suggestions, David.

            Ultimately, however, it is the parent’s or parents’ responsibility to deal with the young one raising a ruckus during Mass.

            After a few moments, stand up. Grab. Lift. Exit pew. Down the aisle. Out the door to the vestibule or porch. Let young ‘un cool off.

            It’s not hard and it’s not complicated.

            If there are older children present, they should be trained to follow Mama or Daddy down the aisle and out the door, whenever they got to Mass, so the family stays together.

            That’s not hard, and it’s not complicated, either.

            My husband and I never had kids, but I know a little about this: I’m the oldest daughter of five. Five kids in eight years, the youngest two being twins. And Mama was sometimes disabled and bedridden. At eight years of age, I was warming bottles, changing diapers, setting the dinner table, stacking the dishwasher. At nine, I was bathing the twins, and lugging their high chairs out to the rear patio after meals, and hosing down the chairs. (They were both very messy eaters.) Also when there were shopping expeditions, it was my job to make sure the two sibs closest to me in age stayed with us, while Mama pushed the twins’ stroller.

            My family took a train trip across country – from the West Coast to the East Coast – when I was ten: three days on a train with five children. I was responsible for one twin, by then a toddler; my eight year old brother was responsible for looking after the other twin; and the middle kid was on his own. When there were long stops and everyone alighted, I took “my” twin by the hand and made sure we stayed with Mama and Daddy. And when we changed trains in Chicago, each of us older children had a little train case in one hand and a toddler by the hand in the other. Stay together was the watchword. And we did. The middle child fell ill with a high fever – strep throat, on this trip, and our parents had to devote themselves to him; we older two did everything for the twins.

            I loved every minute of it. And to this very day, even though we never had kids, I feel like “a mother” to the twins, one of whom now has grandchildren. And I still love it!

            I do know it’s tough for parents to raise children, and can be overwhelming. I felt overwhelmed sometimes at ten or eleven!
            Ultimately, it’s a question of training. “No, this is not acceptable.” “You will do this.” “You are not to do that again or else.” “Follow Mama, kids.” “N. (Name), watch N. (other child’s name)” You have to work together as a unit; there is discipline and structure. Or else you have utter chaos.

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