A Mother’s Prayer Before Mass: Lord, thank you for bringing me here, and on time and unrushed too. I’m sorry we look so bedraggled and disheveled. I really didn’t realize that Jenny was wearing that shirt, but I should have known that Katie’s hair would take longer to detangle than the 10 minutes I had. I’ll try better next time. Lord, please help my children to be good, especially since they picked the very front row. And please help me to be patient and calm in correcting any misbehaviors. I’m very glad to be here today. Please help me pay attention to You and Your Word. Amen.
A Mother’s Prayer After Mass: Thank You.
My prayer after mass? “Um, Lord… did you HEAR what I SAID?!?!”>>😉
I’m pretty sure we had the same prayers today. Only instead of hair detangling it was teeth brushing and getting the “right” shoes on.>>Ahhhh…..motherhood 😉
Oh yeah. We had one like that today too!>(Doesn’t help that a while back our deacon told Little Brother that we are reading “his” Gospel this year, so every time Little Brother hears this mentioned, he is practically beating his chest in pride….LOL!)
Oh, yes. Except that after Mass, we stopped by the PX to return something, and a soldier who’d sat a few pews back hunted us down and offered the compliment, “I know you don’t think so sometimes, but these are the best behaved children I have ever seen.”
I can’t help wondering about “THAT shirt”…was it dirty, inappropriate, or both? 🙂
THAT shirt is one of her favorites. But it’s just a bit too short. Fine by public standards for playing, but it only reaches the waistband of her shorts when she’s standing upright and not moving…which is…never. And she did a craft project at someone’s house months ago with what was apparantly NOT washable paint, so there are some interesting blue streaks across the belly of the shirt. Of course, she thinks this shirt is the best thing going. >>Jennie, I get compliments like that too, and I always think the people are blind or deaf! But then I realize that my own kids bother me much more than anyone else’s kids.