Yesterday I noticed that there were more little kids than usual. I think kids in church are great, dressed in their Sunday best and crawling all over the pews. Sometimes, I watch exasperated parents trying to keep their sanity and the child under control.
A tip for anyone reading this blog. When my daughters were young an older couple gave my wife and I some advice. They said don’t bring toys into church because the young kids think its playtime. Instead bring Cheerios and a book, they will learn its quiet time. That advice worked for us.
Anyway, there was one kid this past weekend who made a run from the back of the church to the alter. He almost made it; I was routing for him. His mother, who was very fair skinned blonde caught him less than ten yards from the goal line. Carrying her child back to their seats with her face beat red made me think of my mom.
When my brother and I were small my mom would tell us that we have two books in heaven. One for the good things we do and one for the bad. And if we left church before the last song was done, we wouldn’t get a mark in the good book. After my mom passed, I was visiting my grandmother’s grave and ran into a man who graduated with my mom from high school in 1948. He said how much my mom loved to sing and dance. Driving home from the cemetery I realized my mom told us we needed to stay for the last song was her enjoying singing. Pretty cool mom.
Mike Settino 