Fran Rossi Szpylczyn, a regular reader, shared this link on Facebook today. I have been told several times that I shouldn’t bother coming to church until my kids are older, and I have been asked to leave even when my kids were quiet and still. Every time, showing up for that next liturgical celebration seems a little bit harder. Reading something like this helps.

On the good days, when no one seems to be looking at me, or when someone smiles at my son giving the peace, going to mass with my children can be this kind of spiritual awakening: an awareness that I do not exist only for myself, not only for my family, but for my church and for God, who love my children much more than I can manage. On the bad days, my kids are at least a useful reminder that I’m not as good at praying as I like to think I am.

“Your screaming kids are distracting me,” by Meg Hunter-Kilmer.

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