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Taking Little Children to Church and Living to Tell About It

On those very rare occasions when all 10 of us attend the same Mass – Christmas, Easter – we have been told that we look like the perfect family:  well-behaved, clean, kneeling and standing at the right times……perfect big Catholic family. We’re not perfect of course, but it’s kind of nice of them to say.  What people seem to have thankfully forgotten is that it wasn’t always that way.

It wasn’t so long ago that I was THAT mom making a beeline for the vestibule with a screaming newborn whose demands for food were louder than communion bells, booming priests and ambitious church choirs.  Or grabbing the toddler by the scruff of the neck before he disappeared under the pew.  Or snatching the gum out of the curious hands that found it under the seat.  Yeah, THAT mom….eight times over.

We still laugh about #4’s obsession with all things firefighter and as a 3-year old he had a fireman hat permanently perched on his head.  The only time he would agree to take that hat off was for baths and bed.  With our pastor’s blessing, he wore it to church along with his matching bright red Superman cape.  He was a sight to behold.  One Sunday, while walking up to receive Communion with my husband, #4, with superhero strength to match his superhero outfit, managed to break away from hubby’s grip, dash faster than a speeding bullet past me and head straight for the communion bells placed at the base of the altar.   Before we could stop him, he was ringing those bells like the church was on fire.  How fitting for a firefighter; how embarrassing for his mom and dad; and how hilarious for everyone else.

Then there was the time at weekday morning Mass that #6 got away from extremely pregnant me and made it as far as the organ at the front of the church before I caught up to him.  I don’t know what was worse – waddling after my son or carrying his screaming, kicking body out of the church hoping he wouldn’t put me into labor.  Fun times.

We used to resort to desperate measures to try to keep the kids quiet during Mass.  Feeding them junk food seemed to do the trick.  One of our parish priests had a practice of giving the little ones lollipops in the vestibule after Mass.  I used to take extras every week and save them for the next Sunday when I would use them as pacifiers.  Usually this trick worked, but the kids got so used to them that we had to keep shoving more and more of the suckers into their mouths as they became super-efficient at eating them.  It got to the point that the ushers would hand me lollipops as we entered the church – one bundle for each young child.  I told the priest that I would start sending him my dental bills.

At the time, coping with young kids seemed so daunting and frustrating.  We thought it would never end.  But it did.  All too quickly. Looking back, it wasn’t so tough and we have some wonderful laughs over their antics.

When my husband and I, and our kids for that matter, see young families struggling with little children on Sunday, we make a point of encouraging them and helping out when we can. It’s not easy.  The last thing parents need to deal with is criticism from people who are less than sympathetic to the plight of young families at Mass.

To parents of young children, I know it’s tough but it doesn’t last.  The important thing is, you are taking your family to church. One day, you’ll remember the way it was and have a good laugh.  You’ll look down the pew at your impeccably dressed, beautifully behaved family and thank God you persevered. And you and your family will encourage and help that mom and dad with the screaming toddler and the hungry newborn.

Mass is beautiful.  Little children are beautiful.  They belong together.


Terry McDermott blogs at http://8kidsandabusiness.wordpress.com.  She has been married for 27 years to a man of great integrity and is the proud, tired mom of 6 young men and 2 beautiful young women, ages 24 – 10. She enjoys being her parish’s First Communion catechist. She is a Registered Nurse and a nurse-entrepreneur owner of a nursing foot care business.  St. Joseph, St. Therese, St. Gianna, St. Monica and St. Camillus de Lellis are her go-to saints, along with Our Blessed Mother. She tries to live a life centered on the Gospel through prayer and service. In all things, she strives to be grateful to God and reminds herself daily that “everything is grace” (St.Therese).


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  • Anabelle@WrittenBythe Finger

    Terry, this is hilarious. My nephew actually rang the fire alarm at a Mass once. Write more!

  • Thank you for sharing the blessings of a large family. I always like to sit near families with little kids because you never know what they’re going to do – kind of like allowing young wild animals into the church.

  • Mom and Grandma

    You should have seen US!

    There are 11 kids in my family of origin. Having a dad who was a veterinarian, which believe me is more unpredictable than having one that’s an OB/GYN, meant that we were very often late, (sorry, another calving case) and would traipse in and all stuff into the 2nd pew on the right. Then Dad would have to scurry, (like no one could see him) into the sacristy to the right side of the altar and up to the lectern just in time to start reading the first reading. Yes, he was the often on the schedule to lecture, too!

    Suddenly, one of my little brothers yells out, “Look Mom! Jesus is wearing a DIAPER, too!”