When I taught 3rd grade, one of my teacher friends would tell me the funniest stories about things her daughter and son would say. It was so cute to hear a literal representation of the world as seen through the eyes of a child. And this coming from me, who as a little girl was grossed out at the offer of an ice cream SANDWICH.
Our little family went to church yesterday for Palm Sunday. Packing the diaper bag for church sometimes feels like packing the diaper bag to go on a cross country road trip: multiple books, stickers, fruit snacks, water bottle, Daniel Tiger figurine, Sophie the Giraffe teether, Goldfish snacks, diapers, and wipes are just a few items to make their way into my suitcase-looking diaper bag.
During yesterday’s mass, the diaper bag items were left untouched because 1. Jack slept through the whole mass in his carseat (win!) and 2. Caroline quietly played with my necklace through the entire mass (another win!). Periodically, Caroline would look up from playing with my necklace to glance at what was going on around her. Anytime the choir sang, Caroline was ready to join in singing and dance to the melody.
Finally, it was our turn to take a walk, aka get communion. Greg was holding the carseat with sleeping Jack and I was holding Caroline, clad in her church outfit and yellow rain boots that she had chosen to wear. As we were walking down the center aisle, I was whispering a running commentary to Caroline: “Ok, it’s our turn to take a walk. Let’s look for our friends in church. After the priest gives Mommy communion, then he will bless you and we will walk back to our seats.” As I was finishing that last statement, Caroline said in her loudest voice, “Aaaaaaahhhhhh-choo!” We took two steps closer to the altar. “Aaaaaaahhhhhh-choo!” She was fake sneezing into her elbow. Before I could get out the full “Shhhh, we need to use quiet voices in church” spiel, it was our turn for communion and then the whole walk was complete.
After church, we tried out a new-to-us local brunch spot. While we were waiting for our food to arrive, Caroline came with me to the bathroom. When we got in the stall, she went right for the toilet paper and let out a loud “Aaaaaaahhhhhh-choo!” and my response was a standard, “Bless you.”
And then it hit me. While walking up to communion this morning, I told Caroline that the priest was going to “bless you” ….and she sneezed. Oh goodness, is it fun to see life through the eyes of a child.
Have a great week, friends!