{"id":673,"date":"2012-08-20T16:40:54","date_gmt":"2012-08-20T22:40:54","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.patheos.com\/blogs\/barefootandpregnant\/?p=673"},"modified":"2015-03-19T11:23:48","modified_gmt":"2015-03-19T15:23:48","slug":"adventures-in-mass","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.patheos.com\/blogs\/barefootandpregnant\/2012\/08\/adventures-in-mass.html","title":{"rendered":"Adventures in Mass"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<\/head>

I was all set to write a thoughtful post about confession, inspired by Joanne\u2019s fascinating post from this weekend<\/a>, but then something awful happened.<\/p>\n

I went to Mass.<\/p>\n

It wasn\u2019t that the Mass part was awful; at least, I don\u2019t think it was awful. As usual, I was so distracted by the increasingly ludicrous antics of my 2 and 3 year olds that I barely managed to pay attention enough to give the proper responses. And I had such high hopes for today\u2019s Mass! It\u2019s Sienna\u2019s first day of school, and a few nights ago she and I were talking as I tucked her into bed for the night. She admitted that she was very nervous about going to school. She was nervous that she would be too far behind her class because she wasn\u2019t with them last year, she was worried about bullies, she was worried that her teacher wouldn\u2019t like her\u2026she was, in short, worried about going from being a big fish in a small pond to being a slightly smaller fish in a slightly larger pond. I reassured her as best I could without lying about the possibility that yes, she might be behind, and yes, there might be bullies, and yes, her teacher might not like her. When I saw that my tepid reassurances weren\u2019t really having a soothing effect (shocker, I know), I asked if she would like it if I brought Liam and Charlotte to Mass on the first day of school.<\/p>\n

Her school, being a Catholic school and all, has daily Mass for the students that the parents are invited to attend. Sienna was delighted at the prospect of seeing us (and even more delighted, I suspect, at the prospect of us<\/em> seeing her<\/em> in her uniform amidst her classmates) and mentioned it every day after that, even eliciting a pinky promise from me last night that I wouldn\u2019t forget to come to Mass. So I dutifully curled my hair last night, made sure everyone had clean clothes, and made sure that all the ingredients for Sienna\u2019s lunch were easily accessible for what was sure to be a bleary-eyed and chaotic morning. We saw Sienna off to school right on time, the smallest minions and I got dressed, the Ogre got ready for work, and we took him to his office and then drove the half-mile to Sienna\u2019s school.<\/p>\n

I was really thinking that Mass would be a pleasant experience today. It\u2019s a daily Mass, after all, in an auditorium full of 1st-to-12th graders, so it couldn\u2019t possibly be longer than a half hour, right? Plus, the auditorium is guaranteed to be air conditioned to a greater degree than the sweltering Oratory where we usually spend sticky, frustrating Sunday mornings, right? Plus it\u2019s earlier than the Sunday morning mass, so the little kids would be in that \u201csweet spot\u201d time zone right after they\u2019d let out their post-breakfast energy but before they went into their pre-lunch meltdowns, right?<\/p>\n

Wrong. Wrong. I was so, so wrong.<\/p>\n

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Spoiler alert: this is not what happened next\u2026except for the indecent exposure. That part is accurate.<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n

The parents sat along the sides of the auditorium, facing the rows of seats in the middle that held the students. It was really sweet to see Sienna\u2019s face light up when she walked by with her class and spotted us and Charlotte and Liam immediately began screaming \u201cSienna! Nenna! Sienna! Nenna!\u201d But things went downhill from there, and fast. Sienna\u2019s class headed for the absolute opposite side of the auditorium, sending Liam into hysterics, while the rows directly in front of us filled up with high schoolers. I made the mistake of letting Liam carry one of his matchbox \u201csecurity blanket\u201d cars into Mass, thinking that it would be short, it was informal, and as long as he just held it like he usually does, it wouldn\u2019t be distracting. 2.5 minutes into Mass, Liam began trying to run his car noisily along the side of the bleachers behind us, making enthusiastic \u201cvroom! vroom!\u201d noises. I took the car. He squealed in indignation. I whispered that he had to be quiet, and handed his car back. He promptly threw it at the woman seated next to us, who mercifully did not notice, but the car went into my purse after that. Then Liam went totally limp in protest, slid off his chair and onto the floor, and just as everyone grew quiet for the reading of the Gospel, he began to make loud, angry growling noises.<\/p>\n

Like any patient, gentle mother, I began to issue copious threats in a steady hiss while attempting to reach around my enormous belly and yank him back into his chair. I was a little overly enthusiastic with the yanking, and he protested the near loss of his arm with a loud yelp. Then he smacked me in the face (which he got verbally reprimanded for, but honestly I couldn\u2019t blame the kid). After that I sat him firmly in my lap, alternately begging and threatening him in a whisper to be quiet while he kept up a steady whining at a low-level frequency.<\/p>\n

By this time the homily had been going on for longer than the 5 minutes that I think is the appropriate length for a daily Mass. I was starting to realize that the combination of my girth, Lincoln kicking the crap out of me from the inside, Liam flailing in my lap, and the hideous meteorological behavior of the state of Florida was going to make me sweat my behind off no matter how high the air was cranked. I could feel sweat dripping down my back and I swear to you that I could actually feel my carefully curled hair begin to poof and frizz. I risked letting one hand off Liam to wipe the sweat off my face, and heard Charlotte whisper, \u201cew, Mommy, why are you all wet?\u201d<\/p>\n

I looked over at my middle child, who had been so quiet that I\u2019d almost forgotten about her, and saw her standing in the middle of the aisle, picking her nose and eating her boogers. Judging from the half-disgusted, half-amused expressions on the faces of the high schoolers across from us, her nasal spelunking had been going on for some time. I actually had to choose between telling her to stop and keeping my lips firmly closed against my third-trimester gag reflex as she happily chowed down on a particularly large booger, but once I got it under control I whisper-yelled \u201cCharlotte Elizabeth! Stop that! That is disGUSting!<\/em>\u201d<\/p>\n

Charlotte looked at me as if I had not been trying to beat that habit out of her for the past year. She looked at me as if it were Christmas Day and I had dressed up as the Grinch and stolen all her presents. She looked at me as if I had crushed her soul\u2026and then she threw herself against her chair and began banging her head against it while wailing. Loudly.<\/p>\n

I grabbed her arm, barely noticing when Liam used that opportunity to dive out of my lap and roll onto the floor, and frantically tried to get her to stop banging her head. I finally resorted to hissing, \u201cIf you don\u2019t sit still <\/em>and be quiet<\/em> until Mass is over, I won\u2019t let you watch Tangled<\/em> when we get home.\u201d She immediately stopped freaking out and sat resentfully in her chair, glaring balefully at me out of the corner of her eyes.<\/p>\n

Meanwhile, Liam was literally rolling back and forth across the floor at my feet, and by that point I was too exhausted to care. I figured he was at least quiet, and if the people on either side of me didn\u2019t feel sorry for me by now they could go ahead and be offended at my misbehaving offspring. Then I realized that I was so hot that I was probably either going to throw up or pass out. I stared up at the altar and mentally begged the priest to stop talking and begin the consecration. Miraculously, he stopped. Like, mid-sentence. I mean, it might not have actually been mid-sentence since I patently had not been listening, but it seemed like it to me. I breathed an audible sigh of relief as we stood for the prayers of the faithful.<\/p>\n

Liam continued with his silent rolling and Charlotte with her baleful glaring until just before the sign of the peace. I was starting to think that the worst was over, and that if I could just remain upright for ten more minutes we\u2019d be home free. Then Liam tried to run away, and I was forced to scoop him up and hold him still again as we all stood. Charlotte, who had been perfectly (if angrily) silent and still, suddenly grabbed the hem of my skirt and lifted it as far over her head as she could, just as everyone began looking around to give each other the sign of the peace.<\/p>\n

I was, at that moment, profoundly grateful that I had the foresight to put on boy-short style underwear this morning. I was also profoundly regretting being so behind on laundry that it was my oldest, rattiest pair of boy-short style underwear. With my arms full of Liam, there wasn\u2019t much I could do but frantically order Charlotte to put my skirt down, which she did, with a slightly Bad Seed-ish smile. I looked up, not only dripping sweat but now blushing furiously, only to catch the eyes of every high-schooler at the Academy. They had the grace to look away, but I definitely caught some suppressed grins, because let\u2019s be honest, who wouldn<\/em>\u2018t laugh at that?<\/p>\n

After that, I thought things couldn\u2019t get any worse. Then, while everyone was kneeling on the floor and I was sitting because I\u2019m huge and not into excessive mortification, Charlotte grabbed my boob.<\/p>\n

I have no idea why she did that. I\u2019m going with the theory that she was fascinated by the lace pattern on the top of my dress (because she is, after all, an excessively girly-girl) and not that she\u2019s a tiny weirdo, but I was so shocked that I let out a yelp and naturally, everyone turned to see what was happening. And then Charlotte kept doing it, apparently delighted with the string of threats issuing from my mouth and the increasingly red color my face was turning, until I grabbed both her hands and held her still. Liam took advantage of that moment to hit her in the head, of course, and she wailed, and thank God that it was finally time for us to receive communion at that exact moment, because I scooped the kids up, ran for Jesus, and then hightailed it the hell out of there.<\/p>\n

This was a particularly difficult Mass, it\u2019s true. But Mass in general has been like that since we went from one kid to two. I cannot remember the last time I heard a homily. I never remember what the readings are, I never manage to eke out any prayer other than, \u201cDear God, please make them stop,<\/em>\u201d and Mass has become far less a time of grace and more a time of sheer survival. There have been weeks, in the plural, when we don\u2019t go to Mass at all because I simply can\u2019t face another hour-and-a-half-long battle with the two smallest ones, while being kicked from the inside, sweating copiously, and fielding disapproving glares from other parents seated near us.<\/p>\n

Mass with young children really is a trial. I see other mothers at Mass who are polished, who don\u2019t drip sweat, whose children sit quietly or rest quietly in their arms, whose naughty three-year-olds don\u2019t provide the resident teenagers with a detailed description of Theology of the Body, and I think, what am I doing wrong? Why can\u2019t I get it together? <\/em><\/p>\n

I don\u2019t have an answer for that. I\u2019m sure theories abound about discipline tactics and such, but I\u2019ve found that Mass is a struggle for some parents across the board, regardless of their discipline tactics or the relative docility of their children. Liam\u2019s a great kid. He\u2019s super easy to deal with and laid back, but as soon as we cross the threshold of a Church, it\u2019s like all his naughtiness comes spilling out. It\u2019s frustrating and discouraging, and I almost always leave Mass feeling like a colossal parenting failure.<\/p>\n

And yet. And yet, there is grace there. There\u2019s always grace.<\/p>\n

Plus, if I were one of those polished mothers with perfect children, what would I blog about?<\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/p>\n

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