On Sunday, the church’s Crying Room contained:
One hungry baby whose bottle was left at home
Two mothers chit-chatting
Three Goldfish crackers on the floor
Four picture books, none religious
Five children coloring with markers
And because these two mothers needed to convince each other that their kids’ inability to sit quietly during church was perfectly normal and not at all related to their own inability to shut up …
“I used to think I was a bad mother because my kids weren’t quiet.”
“Oh, no. You’re not a bad mother. What’s not normal is all those parents out there with kids who are quiet. We’re the normal ones.”
… I missed the best line in church. Which was the priest urging people who felt sick, maybe with the swine flu, to take only the bread, and not drink from the communal cup of wine.
“You don’t get more Jesus if you do both” he said.
Okay, that line from your priest just induced a milk-spitting-out-the-mouth-and-nose laugh… Thank you!!
And by the way, hello, my name is Michelle…I just found your blog five minutes ago by following a link at Kyndale's place:-) Nice to meet you, I will now read through your pages while sort of emptying the dishwasher & folding one or two towels;-)
Thank you, and thanks for dropping in! I just peeked at your blog between boiling noodles and changing a diaper. (Gotta love us multitasking moms!)
-Rachael
P.S. Happy 7th Birthday to your son. Loved the caterpillar. Wish we had fuzzy tigers here.