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By Stacy A. Trasancos, Catholic East Texas, Jan 16, 2019
Just like that, my husband and I were sitting in the pew alone. For over fifteen years we managed children during Mass, but suddenly one Sunday the girls were helping with their jobs and our youngest boy was assisting as an altar server. I could hear all those times other women said to me: “Oh honey, don’t worry about your babies making noise. Enjoy it! One day they will be grown and you will be alone longing for the chaotic days of their childhood.”
I distinctly remember not being sad at that thought but rather looking forward to the far off day when my husband and I could sit in peace and actually focus on the liturgy. Taking small children to Mass can be exhausting. Parents know what I am talking about: the pacifiers that go flying, the squawks at all the wrong times, the crawling under and over the pews, the praying with one hand and holding a toddler by the ankle with the other hand before he scrambles down the isle, the missing shoe, the sibling rivalries, the wrong sized pants, diaper blow outs, and so on. In the moment, it can be hard to see outside the trenches, but now that I am in that once distant future, I realize that my husband and I were making memories. So many memories. ….