Sunday has always been the day of religion and "God's day" when I was growing up. Yet having 5 children changed that.
Don't get me wrong, in our home Sunday is still that but although I would love to say that nothing gets between this family and God I would be lying, and those two don't go.
We have our day's where we are the first one's entering the church doors. Primed and pressed in our Sunday bests. And than we have days like today where we are 10 minutes late shuffling amongst the church pews, separating amongst the crowds, and just barely holding on.
For the longest time I was torn.
I always enjoyed Sundays at church, listening to the glorious music, listening to the preaching and responding in chorus, and drawing close to all the beliefs I hold dear. But the problem was not one thing but five. No I'm not a horrible mom and yes I referred to my children as problems... hurdles they are five hurdles. I always worried about the people around me. The ones that my toddler may be trying to tug on, or the one that my loving 5 year old try's to chat up with during the opening prayer. Sunday is a day of reflection and more so when you're in church. I worried that my children would take that from some.
Here is my realization:
Everyone starts somewhere: we all started going to church at some point in our lives, most when we were little. Now I know that I can't speak for everyone but I will speak for myself when I say I was restless, I talked, I wiggled in the pew, and I'm sure I was an aggravation to some. But through that I have learned the proper etiquette of church. I have learned to enjoy church, and my children will one day reach that point as well.
Church is a place for foregiveness: We pray for forgiveness, we confess our sins, God accepts us for who we are. God surely won't be angry that my toddler is prancing around in church and not sitting like a statue, in fact it counts that I brought my restless child to church, and I am making the effort to raise my children in the religion and give them a belief system. You may be snickered at and frowned upon by the people surrounding you in the instance but they are the ones that count. You're not there for them.
Children mass is for CHILDREN: arriving to church a few minutes late meant that my family was torn from one pew to another. There I sat in between an elderly couple and a family of 5. There I was in the middle of a church pew with a restless toddler. Fantastic. It was quite clear that my toddler was making the surrounding individuals comfortable as the older couple got up and moved half way through mass and the family actually left. I felt bad. I felt angry. And I felt like my experience was ruined. I wanted to leave mass.
At the end of mass my feelings we're quickly changed by several families applauding my children's behavior, as well as my effort to get my spunky five there.
From one more of a large blended family of five. Do what makes you happy, sometimes you have to let others opinions and feelings not bother you. And if church is what makes you happy than I applaud you to go!
Sara, Mommsie Knows Best