It really is something that every parent will experience and that every parent dreads. It’s that simple moment when someone takes something your child said, your parenting style, or even a simple choice to help keep everyone more at peace and someone in society shames you for it.
Do you know what I’m talking about? A dirty look. A “why can’t she control her child?” said under their breath. Or saddest of all, a direct comment to try to shame you.
Our Sunday at Church
Today I was excited more than normal for mass. Sir Swine finally had a chance to get away from work to join us when we went to the morning service, which is the best time choice for our children.
Sir Swine and Tractor Man decided where they would sit in the church. Time for just the two of them to enjoy mass and bond together. Like men 🙂
Tag Along and I would be staying in what is known as the narthex in our church. It’s like a welcoming area that runs all along the outside of the church. There are large glass windows so you can see the entire mass and hear it as well since they play it over the loud speakers.
To some this may seem unruly, but Tag Along is only three, and he is a what I will call a ‘typical boy’. He is active and moving but often gets tired out and needs to just sit and snuggle. He is unpredictable. He likes to chat away, and in church I know that is not always appreciated, so that’s why we sit in the narthex.
Tag Along and I have our children’s bible and a single car for him to play with. He can often be found leafing through the children’s bible and then asking me a question about a picture he finds in it.
Today, as we were waiting for mass to start, an elderly woman walked by and used the restroom. When she came out, Tag Along was driving a car along the floor and backing up towards her so I warned him to watch out for others. He saw her, smiled and when she passed by he went back to his play.
Then it happened.
A direct criticism that shocked me. I must admit I think I’m still in shock. But maybe that is all that keeps me from breaking down in tears.
The elderly lady looked at me and stated “He’s not going to learn anything sitting out here.” I thought her statement was one simply lacking charm and tried to brush it off by saying “We are sure trying to.” She frowned, kept walking and again stated “Not learning anything.” She then left church. I can only hope that she had attended the 8 am mass and was just heading out.
I stood there in stark shock. This is the house of God, who forgives, does not judge, gives hope, joy and peace. And there I was being criticized for not having my child in the church making noise.
I carried this with me as I stayed through mass. Secretly I wanted to cry-how is this supposed to make a mom feel after all?!?
After mass I told my husband what had happened and he was in shock as well. How could someone so callously say something to another person.
Sadly, my husband had a story of his own.
While Sir Swine and Tractor Man were in the church, a young mother and her little girl were having troubles of their own. The daughter proceeded to throw a tantrum and the mother took her out of the church.
Three rows up a boy, about 17 according to my husband, said “Geeze, can’t anyone keep their kids quiet.” To which his mother responded “No discipline.”
Where is a Parent of Young Children to go?
Both of these events happened this morning. I followed up my own incident by praying for the elderly woman (hopefully she was just having a bad day) but I still feel broken-hearted.
If a child is not welcome in the church, since they are not perfectly quiet, then they should go to the narthex. If you are in the narthex, you are teaching your child nothing. It is a lose-lose situation.
So fellow church members I ask you this. Do you want a church with talking children, a narthex with a few playing, or no children at all?
Can we not be happy that families are bringing their children to church?
At this point it seems the only option for a parent with young children is to simply not go to church. Please explain to me how this will educate my children on the faith then. Of course we are still teaching things at home, but I’m talking big picture here.
I’m still going to attend church and I’m still going to bring my kids. I can only hope and pray that the criticism and snarky comments will end, after all we are in church.
About the Lack of Discipline Comment…
Society needs to realize that we are disciplining our children but that SOCIETY has placed restrictions on HOW we are able to discipline.
I cannot spank my child in front of you or you will say it is too harsh. If I hand down a time out, you think I am “not disciplining”.
How is a modern-day parent to win?
I think it best if everyone simply keeps those hurtful thoughts to themselves. Often times we do not know what is going on in another person’s life to even judge them for what is happening in that one particular moment.
My kids used to sit with me in the active church area. We started sitting in the narthex because of me. That’s right, me.
I was very sick last year and the medications I was placed on caused me to suffer from horrible anxiety. I mean bad as in I didn’t leave my house for two weeks straight since I could not mentally handle being around anyone. Sitting in the back was the closest place I could get to without feeling ill or suffocated.
I’m still having issues with that but nobody bothers to ask about that. Nobody can see anxiety.
What about a young pregnant mother who is not showing yet? Perfumes make her ill so she sits in the back to keep from getting sick. Don’t judge her just because she is sitting there.
There is more than meets the eye.
I look forward to the next time I can help a mother or father in need in any setting. Dad’s battle this too, it’s not a one gender parent thing. Being a parent is hard. Maybe we should all simply remember that we are doing the best we can.
Lead with grace. Be the hand of God to one another.
Perhaps we should all focus on removing the beam from our own eye before focusing on someone else’s splinter.
Blessings to you all and hope for our children.