I’ve walked past it for years and this past Sunday, I found myself on the other side of the glass wall…
You know, the one at the church – where all the kids and babies sit?
It was almost a culture shock, sitting in that room surrounded by kids at various stages of childhood.
The fun part was looking at how they all interacted with each other. The little girls were so adorable in their Easter dresses. The little boys were so handsome with their argyle sweaters and slicked back hair.
And then the party got started – while the choir sang their religious hymns, the kids had their own chorus of sounds with their squeals and exclamations. And before long they were dancing and kicking off their shoes, lifting up their dresses out of the way of their stomping feet.
It’s not the mass that I’m used to but it sure was fun to watch.
Malia was a trooper and cried only one time before she settled into observation mode. Even behind the glass, I still quivered with anxiety every time I saw her face scrunch up. Please please please don’t cry! Thank goodness she handled all the sights and sounds like a trooper.
Unfortunately, it was mommy and daddy who couldn’t handle the glass confinement. We made it halfway through before the air started to feel stifling. Then I started to squirm in my seat. And then I started to count the number of coughs and sneezes, the sniffles and cries….and I swear my throat started to get scratchy. Yikes! My protective side started to surface and by the time we got to holy communion, I picked Malia up and decided to wait in line on the other side of the wall. (I’ve got a cold now, btw!)
We did take her up for communion and Father David gave her his Easter blessings…and I swear, a tear or two sprang up in my eyes. Sheesh, I’m such a sap. I hope I don’t cry like that at her baptism. Geez!