Every time we sit, kneel, and stand in a Catholic Mass, there is a reason. I have spent the past few years educating myself on the reasoning behind we do what we do at certain times, and credit a lot of that education with my ultimate decision to begin veiling last year – especially during the Consecration, when the bread and wine become the Body and Blood of Our Lord, Jesus Christ.
Yet, having small children means I don’t always get to be as reverent, or to pay attention as well as I would like.
Today, I entered Mass with two goals – keep the children looking good enough for a family picture after Mass, and to pay attention during Mass.
Things were going great! I was able to listen to the majority of a fantastic homily, and was on track for banking what I felt was a reverent Mass.
… Until …
During the Consecration, I had my son on one side of me, quietly whispering in his ear. I was partly whispering about what was going on – and, partly threatening if he wasn’t paying attention, he’d have to go to the Mass directly after ours, and sit through that one as well.
He took the threat seriously, and began to really watch the actions of the chaplain. As I took Little Miss from her dad, she began looking around, chomping on her finger. Then, she looked over at her brother, still chomping the finger. She cocked her head to one side as she studied a completely still boy, staring at the altar.
The moment was actually serene.
She then took her finger out of her mouth, and began reaching for her brother so gingerly
… so lovingly.
I was having an internal, “awww” moment!
She leaned forward slightly, with her wet finger, and so gently…
jammed her wet finger in her brother’s ear!
She gave her brother a wet willy during the Consecration!
And, watching him shake it off, as I yanked her away, made me lose complete focus on Mass, and took every ounce of will power to not begin giggling out loud.
Her brother’s reaction was wonderful – he literally shook his head, rubbed his ear with his shoulder, not breaking eye contact once with the altar. He really didn’t want to repeat Mass attendance!
The cute little minx looked like a living doll for Mass today – Little Miss has gone through a growth spurt in the past month, and now fits into an outfit gifted to us by our former landlords. I remember receiving the dress, imagining she would have to be closer to two (if not four) before she fit into her dress. And, I never imagined such a cute doll would give her big brother a wet willy, especially at 10 months of age!
Finally, I am linking up with Rosie over at A Blog for My Mom as part of her “My Sunday Best” series, in an effort to encourage more mamas to take time for themselves to dress in their best for Church. Head over to her site for more links to fabulous mamas, inspiring other mamas to dress their best!