Happy Mother’s Day to all you mamas out there! I’m sitting here blogging while Scott is vanquishing the endless mountain of dirty dishes, so it is safe to say I’m having a pretty good one. Linking up with Rosie from a Blog for my Mom.
Mass today was a bit of a shock after Scott and I went by ourselves two weeks ago in Chicago and then we were all hit with a horrible fevers/colds/coughs plague last week, so we didn’t make it to Mass. We scrambled in right on time today, but of course the second we crossed the threshold all of a sudden both Ruth and Rose had to use the bathroom. So we ended up sauntering into the sanctuary not until the Gospel reading. Mom and Dad had kindly held some seats (read: an entire pew) for us, so we shuffled in. Wren had put the hymnal in my lap and was perched on my knees, but wanted to move the hymnal and lean back against me, so I had to push her forward a bit (while supporting her, of course) so that I could move the hymnal from my lap. Well, she got startled by me leaning her forward and thought she was going to fall, and started wailing loudly. I got her calmed down pretty quickly by just pulling her in and holding her, but the couple in the pew directly in front of us left the pew in a huff once Wren started wailing. Then, they pointedly made their way to a pew a sufficient distance away from us and sat back down. It was pretty embarrassing and hurtful. That was the only time Wren cried, and it was simply because I startled her and she thought she was going to fall. Oh well, something to offer up.
Ruth:
Dress is from Gap and the shoes were a gift from my mom.
Rose:
Dress is from Carter’s and shoes are Saltwater Sandals.
Wren:
Her dress is the baby’s, but Scott said she really wanted to wear it. It was bursting at the seams in the back, but I promised myself not to dwell on it. The dress was a gift from my sister-in-law, and the shoes are Saltwater Sandals.
Rhea:
Her romper is a really old hand-me-down from my cousin from back when Talbot’s had children’s clothing. The original wearer is now 15 years old. Her bonnet is from Briar Handmade and her shoes are Freshly Picked.
Happy Mother’s Day to all of you: mothers of many, mothers of few, bereaved mothers, mothers of young ones, mothers of grown children, mothers of saints in heaven, and those of you desperately hoping to become mothers one day. My love and prayers go with you always, but especially today.
And a very happy Mother’s Day to the greatest mother of us all: The Blessed Mother. Whenever Wren points to her statue at church and cries out, “Mama! Mary!”, I must admit I get a little choked up. Yes, Wren. She is mother to us all.
Don’t forget to click on the icon above if you want to peruse what other moms and their families wore to Mass today and how Mass went for them!
Wow, that was rude. I’m so thankful that we go to a small church where we’re all like family and no one minds if kids are kids 🙂 If someone did that at our church, they’d get called out in the middle of the service. I hope nothing like that happens to you again!
That would have been hilarious. Thankfully, that is the only bad experience we’ve had at our parish and I think the couple got more quizzical looks than we did. But yes, it was really uncomfortable.
Looking great & I’m glad you are all feeling better now.
Stopping by from the Sunday Best Link up.
Andrea @ mommainflipflops.com
Thank you!
looking pretty fabulous my friend. I love it.
Well, thank you. 😘😘😘
What a cute dress! you are adorable! And I totally feel you about people being rude. A couple behind us *may* have left after communion because they were sitting in front of our squirmy albeit fairly quiet kids during Mass. And we have definitely had people leave the pew behind us in a huff as well. There is nothing quite so discouraging as that to a mother, so let’s have a little virtual hug, shall we? *HUGS* You are doing awesome and your kids are beautiful creations of a loving and PATIENT Father in heaven.
Thank you! That means so much to me. Happy Mother’s Day to you!!
Ahh yes I would be embarrassed too. We have had other equally embarrassing things happen and I usually call on St Therese to help me not cry! It’s worked so far. Your family is adorable and I love that skirt!
What a good idea! I will definitely invoke her next time. Thank you!
We take a whole pew too. I’m always slightly embarrassed as I go in early and claim my pew by spreading out my bible, purse, jacket, etc. while I wait for all of us to filter in.
Yes! Unobtrusive we are not. I’m sure you and the boys are the same 😂😂😂
You all look fantastic in your Sunday best. I love your red skirt! It is gorgeous. Happy Mother’s Day!
Thank you!
Oh seriously, switching pews in the middle of Mass? Poor form!!! I legitimately don’t blame anyone for switching pews before Mass if they sit near us and then realize what they’ve gotten themselves into – I totally get that it can be crazy distracting! But *during* Mass? Uncalled for. Maybe one of them had PTSD and absolutely had to be farther away? Unlikely, but… Sometimes it helps to assume it’s really out of our control!
I love that Wren wore a baby dress! The girls are always trying to share clothes and Cecilia throws hissy fits every time she has to hand something down to the twins! Lately they’ve all been trying on each other’s clothes during naptime and pretending to be each other… Which would be a lot funnier if it didn’t end with clean clothes all over the floor! Just something to look forward to 😉
A very kind and charitable explanation and a good reminder that I have no idea what others are going through, thank you. And yes, the older two share all of their clothes because they have been in the same size for a couple years now, but Wren having opinions about what clothes she wears is a new development.
I mean, it’s very unlikely that there was an actual issue beyond being obnoxious! But over the years I’ve been trying to train myself to assume it has nothing to do with me, because otherwise I dwell on it and think nasty thoughts in my head and am an even bigger jerk than I already am!
Ha! That is an excellent practice, I’ll adopt it myself. 😘