My title says it all.
Today was, by far, the quietest family Mass we have had in a long time.
Our son is finally choosing our pew in a spot in the chapel where we (the adults) feel more comfortable – toward the back of the chapel. Sitting amongst us today were other families with little ones. And, the chapel wasn’t quiet.
But, my pew was quiet.
Our son knows, in order to play with friends, he has to participate in Mass. Participation simply means standing when told, occasionally responding to “Lord, hear our prayer,” when we realize he isn’t responding on his own, and getting blessed during Communion. I am a firm believer that the blessings both children receive are also slight exorcisms… I mainly believe that for the placebo effect – because it allows me to face the week ahead with them. They aren’t exceptionally difficult children by any stretch. But, they are children. Which, at times, means they act
After Communion, our son almost had an epic meltdown. When asked what was wrong, he whined he didn’t see the other four year old, in a much larger family, sitting in front of us. I reasoned with him – reminding him that they aren’t allowed to leave him, and they wouldn’t leave him home alone, any more than we would leave our four year old. Although, there are some days it is a tempting offer…
Thankfully, the dad brought their four year old back to the pew in short order, and everything was again copacetic.
Our son also learned today if he stacked his two children’s bibles on top of each other (okay – one is his, the other is his sister’s), and then adds a missal, he can create a booster seat for himself. I was impressed at his ingenuity.
Lil’ Miss was herself during Mass. She tried to see how far she could stuff a baby wipe in her mouth (think the dangerous “Chubby Bunny” game, except with baby wipes). She tried to do the same with my veil, after ripping it off my head. And, she waved and said “hi” to the two year old sitting behind us – at a pretty quiet part of the Mass. So, all in all, it was a typical Sunday. During the homily, she “took notes” the same way her mom was doing.
So, this week was a relatively low-key, quiet Sunday.
I’m linking up with Rosie over at her My Sunday Best series, which allows bloggers to encourage other women to wear their Sunday best to Mass. We are going to receive Our Lord, and therefore, empower each other to wear a little nicer outfit than we usually do during the middle of the week. It doesn’t have to be a skirt or dress, and doesn’t have to be fancy. It just has to remind the wearer that we are receiving Christ – which is a pretty special event in the week! It should be our highlight…
Today’s Mass – the kind in which a mother is able to really pay attention and reflect, makes me wonder if this is the calm before the storm?
Either way, I won’t look a gift horse in the mouth. I desperately needed today’s Mass. My soul needed the homily. I explore some of (my many) Mass Takeaways over on my Instagram post today.
I want to close with perhaps the strongest message I have heard in a homily in
a long time perhaps forever. Something to chew on as we enter this week…
During our homily, our chaplain stated,
The most important decision you make in your life is how you respond to God’s word.
As I mulled over that passage the rest of Mass, I realized – he’s correct. Even the decision to marry comes from how we are responding to God’s word. The decision to create a family depends on how we respond to God’s word. The way we treat and act toward others is reliant on how we respond to God’s word.
So, I encourage all of us to take a moment to consider how we are responding to God’s word as we enter this week.
And, have a beautiful week, dear reader!