One goes to feed the soul, reflect on life and the many blessings given. We thank God for all that He has given, especially the two little boys entrusted to us.
Last week, Frack had a difficult time in the nursery. (I say difficult to be polite. He was terrible.)
Given the fact we were MORTIFIED that our child acted the way he did at church of all places, we decided to try something new.
With a swift prayer and a deep breath,
Frack attended Mass with us.
Without food and drink (it’s church, not a restaurant).
Without toys (this isn’t the nursery).
Without crayons (it’s not art class either).
He was great.
He wanted to go out of the church.
And then he wanted to go back in to see Daddy and Frick.
He shouted while waving madly, “Hey Daddy!!!” when I had him in my arms on my way to receive the Eucharist.
When we approached the Eucharistic Minister, she blessed him. He was surprised by this gesture. He cocked his head to the side and said, “Yeah!”
Finally, at the end of Mass, he begged me to sing, “Alligators All Around” by Carole King instead of “The Prayer of St. Francis”.
We were proud of our guys today during Mass.
This was quite a feat and one that will continue each Sunday.
I just hope the wiggles will wiggle out before they are 15 and 16.