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An Average Day in the Pew

I trudge down the steps, diaper bag slung over my shoulder and the baby in my arms. Four little feet clomp behind me. “1, 2, 3, 4!” I hear. “2, 3, 4!” says the other one. Giggling ensues. More clomping. “Shhh.” I whisper. “Please walk softly.” We head into the bathroom.

We emerge 10 minutes later, the baby wearing only a shirt and a fresh diaper, his chunky bare legs wrapped up in his blanket. I used the spare set of clothing in my diaper bag the other day and forgot to replace it (this happens far, far too often). Four little feet thump out after me. “I can get a drink, mommy?” I sigh a little. “Sure.” I shift the baby to my right arm and precariously balance the toddler on my left knee so he can reach the drinking fountain. He slurps the water with his little red lips, and then turns and grins at me. “We go back upstairs now!”

We plod back up the stairs. “Now what are we supposed to do when we get back in church?” I ask. “BE QUIET!” my three year old says, not so quietly. “We have to-” then his voice drops low- “whisper in church.” The two year old stops to sniff the fake Easter liles on the way in. We slip back into our pew.

An Average Day in the Pew

King David reminds me an awful lot of Brad Pitt.

I hand their books back to them. It’s “Great Men of the Old Testament” for the two year old. He likes to sit next to me and have me turn the pages for him while he looks at the pictures, and I can never get over how the Great Men are posing like celebrities. We turn to the page with Noah (who bears a striking resemblance to Victor French.) “Mommy, an ARK!” I raise my eyebrows; that was not a whisper. “The ark. Look, there’s a rainbow!

We soon head up for Communion (after inhaling the aroma the fake lilies again). This is the part that always worries me the most. Please, guardian angels of these dear children, I pray. Let them go up to Communion without knocking over the Paschal candle, or the poor soul who has the misfortune of being in front of us in line. Attendance is sparse today, so the line is short. I kneel down to receive, baby in my arms and with a TIGHT grip on the 2 year old’s hand. “Mommy! There’s Uncle Pat!” the 3 year old says far too excitedly, pointing towards the altar servers. My eyebrows shoot up so fast and high, they are now flush with my hairline. I would put my finger on my lips, but, both my hands are occupied. But he knows this look and gets the hint. “Mommy, there’s Uncle Pat! We have to whiiiisper in church.” he whispers. Yes, Uncle Pat is serving today. Poor Uncle Pat is trying so hard to keep a straight face.

I receive Holy Communion with the 2 year old’s hand still firmly in my grasp. We turn back towards the pews, and 3 year old bounces along, grinning and waving at fellow parishioners as we walk past. “Fold your hands,” I mutter under my breath. “My hands are too tired today,” he says in a very un-quiet voice. Once we are back in the pew, he leans over and whispers, “Mommy, is church all done?” “Almost!” I give him an encouraging smile. He replies very matter-of-fact, “Church is not really very fun.” (!!!) Oh. my. I’m not sure if it’s appropriate to laugh or cry. He smiles sweetly and turns back to his book.

Just then, a little elderly lady behind us taps me on the shoulder. “I can see your halo,” she whispers. “You’re doing good, mama. Keep it up.”

Thank you. Thank you so much, sweet lady. By this point, my self-doubting is firmly entrenched, and I have started to wonder if we should have even come. You have no idea how much your kind words mean to me! No. idea.

The same “church is no fun” 3 year old blesses himself with holy water on the way out, and whispers, “Bye, I love you Jesus!” My faith is restored, but still a bit shaken. At least we avoided the temper tantrum today. Can’t say the same about last time.

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According to her sisterAn Average Day in the Pew, Zelie Martin was “distressed that her children showed no signs of piety.” (I take this to this mean that they frequently complained that church was not fun.) All five of her children who lived to adulthood entered religious orders. Her youngest is known to us as St. Therese of Lisieux, and a case for sainthood is being made for her other four daughters. Zelie herself, along with her husband Louis, have since been declared Blessed. That is enough to give us just a little hope for our children who are sometimes stubborn and difficult – even the saints struggled!

Toddlers mature, new babies grow into toddlers – into that awkward “I’m a toddler and I have my own opinions about what I want to do and going to Mass is not one of them” stage. They do and say things that we KNOW they haven’t learned from us! We just want them to be GOOD, why won’t they be good!?… Sometimes we wonder, “Why even bother?” But we have to persevere; to learn to laugh and not take them or ourselves too seriously. It’s so tempting to get frustrated and angry at these little people, to skip mealtime or evening prayers because “they don’t really understand,” or to keep them home until they are old enough to learn proper Mass behavior. But Jesus said “Let the little children come to me.” He wants us to teach them to pray. Even if we feel like we aren’t “getting anything out of it”, we are setting the example for our children: God is important. And I’ll give you a sympathetic smile when your toddler throws a fit during Communion if you promise to do the same for me. We’re both doing the best we can. And hopefully the sweet elderly lady will smile at both of us. She remembers these struggles, too.

An Average Day in the Pew

In addition to feeding them spiritually, we also have to feed their bodies. Both are quite daunting tasks.

We are called to raise these little souls for heaven. God gave us these little people not only for our enjoyment, but also for our sanctification. Some days we feel like we are just trudging along and everything is falling apart. Let’s keep trudging. Sometimes we will fall, and fail, lose our temper, and want to run away. But we need to keep feeding them spiritually, even if they don’t always like it, and even though it is difficult for us! If we plant the seeds of faith in our children, we can have joyful hope that the roots will take a firm hold, and that those little seeds will sprout and blossom into a beautiful love of Christ. And that is our whole goal: to know, love, and serve Him in this life so that we may be happy with Him in the next.

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This is the wonderfully hilarious Fr. Winkler book with the movie star Old Testament heroes. I’m not getting perked or compensated for my recommendation, but I really should be because I tell people about it all the time and because everyone I’ve shown it to has belly-laughed at the pictures along with me. The stories are good, too. But the pictures are priceless.

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About Colleen

Colleen is wife to her wonderful husband and mama to three boys and three girls. She spends her days reading stories, practicing skip counting, and sweeping Cheerios with a baby in her arms. She enjoys sharing her Catholic Faith with others, and trying her best to live out her vocation generously, graciously, fully. She loves the Traditional Mass. She also appreciates anything crafty or chocolatey, and is blessed to reside in the great state of Kansas, which actually is not all black-and-white – she has the red shoes to prove it.

  • Val Bianco - Colleen,

    I really enjoyed your post (as a father of 10). And I can see your halo from Pennsylvania! But here’s a little secret. As you know, there are exceptional young mothers like you all over the country that are finding each other. But, guess what, we dads are behind, but catching up.

    Satan has used this internet for his own purposes, to the great detriment of my gender, but thanks to the strong faith of moms like you (and my daughters, and the many, many exceptional women I’ve met, in the ether, in the last few months)there is a growing ground swell of men delighted to see decency and motherhood once again elevated to their rightful place…the finest job to which a human can aspire! And if I may be so bold as to speak for most of us, husbands and dads, we are proud, very proud of you.May 25, 2012 – 5:40 amReplyCancel

  • Holly - ^^^ Thanks be to God, Val, and what a thoughtful comment!

    Very nicely written! I never cry and I teared up a little at the kindness of the lady who spoke to you. The reminder of why the kids are on loan to us was very much appreciated <3May 25, 2012 – 7:54 amReplyCancel

  • Stacy Trasancos - Lovely Colleen! You rock. I laughed at your description of receiving Holy Communion. Our 5yo tries to trick the priest every week and almost succeeded a few weeks ago because he older sister actually HAD received First Communion and the priest was really confused. The 4yo usually wails because she feels unjustly denied.

    Thanks for the fun article! I bet you all are just beautiful trudging along!May 25, 2012 – 8:05 amReplyCancel

  • Gina Nakagawa - I agree with the elderly lady behind you. You are doing a great job! God bless you.May 25, 2012 – 8:19 amReplyCancel

  • Lisa - Awesome job Colleen, both with your post AND your boys. 😉May 25, 2012 – 11:05 amReplyCancel

  • Robyn - I’d like to tell you it gets easier, but as a mom of 4 (three are currently teens) it gets a bit easier logistically but the theological issues can get rougher. Even after years of Catholic school I’m still defending their faith to them, and myself, way too often… oh the doubts and arguments! On another note… Do you go to a Tridentine Latin mass? I noticed you said KNEELING for communion… that would be wonderful. I only get to go to Latin mass every now and then, and kneeling at my Novus Ordo mass is a scandal I’m afraid. I’ve done it before, but got such a cold response I’ve gone back to just genuflecting then receiving on the tongue. Then again, I’m the only one that wears a veil too. I’d like to ask our parish priest to put out a kneeler for those who’d like it for communion but I haven’t gotten up the nerve yet.May 25, 2012 – 11:06 amReplyCancel

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  • Darcy - I love your post! I can so relate with the kids in mass, the bathroom not so much. My children are 14,11,10 5,3 so there is a gap and the biggers definitely help with going to the bathroom. When the littles were both young I had them both,one slung one not. It is always the times that I feel so embarassed or that we really bothered people and I just want to make a quick exit that the good Lord has one of his angels come tell me how the children did really well. I have even had them tell me I am brave woman to take them to the Easter Vigil mass because it is so long. I believe we are meant to have them right there with us and that God knows when it stresses us and sends the angels with encouraging words. 🙂 We are mostly always late and I hate it but I do get them there(usually Father has already opened) and have many people comment on the good side of this. My dh is not practicing so I have been going it alone with 5 children for almost 5 years now and some days all I get out of it is that we made it. LOL I think that still counts! 😉May 25, 2012 – 12:44 pmReplyCancel

  • Michelle - Oh Colleen! I could have written this post so many times!! Thank you for the giggle and the reaffirmation that I’m not alone! I am always so thankful when someone stops to give a compliment instead of an exhausted sigh and “boy you’ve got your hands full!” 🙂 Keep up the wonderful, saintly work!

    And thank you Val, for validating our roles as mothers and wives. That was so very sweet of you!

    https://www.catholicsistas.com/2012/05/23/are-you-there-god-its-me-michelle/May 25, 2012 – 1:09 pmReplyCancel

  • Brittany - I chuckled (and remember my own moments of wanting to cry) right along with you! As a fellow mother of young ones right now I can relate and I agree, you are doing a great job! Val, what a kind comment, it really warmed my heart as well.

    Hang in there mama! I keep thinking about the day that I will look back and miss being embarrassed in mass. And I will always be sure to smile at the young mother and tell her, “I can see your halo.” 🙂May 25, 2012 – 7:21 pmReplyCancel

  • Sarah Scherrer - I love this post and want to share it with all the families of young children that I know! Thanks for taking the tine to write!May 26, 2012 – 8:23 amReplyCancel

  • Maria - Thank you very much for writing this. I have two little ones and I used to go to daily Mass with the first one (stopped after the second one was born because I am NOT a morning person and it is so hard to get out and go in time). But I LOVED going with my little one and reading your article brought that back for me (LOL your kids are hilarious, by the way :)) and it made me really want to start making that effort again. I am going to try to start getting to daily Mass again – so THANK YOU!!!!May 29, 2012 – 3:20 amReplyCancel

  • AnnMarie - Colleen, what a great post! It’s so important for other struggling parents of young one to know they’re not alone! Your advice to tough it out is spot on. Our youngest will be receiving her First Holy Communion soon, but I have vivid memories of sitting in the pew in a cold sweat, knowing one of my children was about to blow. Once I had discovered that my toddlers had filled the pocketbook of the woman in front of us with Cheerios during Mass while I was occupied with their older brother, who has autism. Life happens and Mass goes on. What matters is that you and your children are receiving grace through the sacrament and, as you pointed out, their behavior will improve over time as they grow and mature. I think, at the end of the Mass, it’s the parents of toddlers who most fervently say, “Thanks be to God!”May 30, 2012 – 8:47 pmReplyCancel

  • Priyanca D'souza - Wow! This post really made my day. I’m a young mom in her early 20’s currently pregnant with #1 was just thinking how I’ll cope when I came upon this. Thanks!March 15, 2013 – 6:06 amReplyCancel

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