Immaculate Mary, Your Praises We Sing

Immaculate Mary, Your Praises We Sing

Ben and Sophie watched videos with Dom while I took Bella to the bathroom.

We managed to get out of the house early yesterday morning. Made it to 8:15 Mass at the Pastoral Center, aka “Daddy’s work”. It was a beautiful Mass, simple, prayerful. A little surprise at the beginning as Father turned and smiled at the children and welcomed us specifically by name. I suppose we do stand out, being the only family with children. The girls were thrilled to sing Immaculate Mary and Hail Holy Queen. I’ve been singing Immaculate Mary as a bedtime lullabye and so Sophie and Bella know it well.

After Mass one of the sisters who run the gift shop gave each of the kids a little ceramic baby Jesus. So cute! The girls didn’t quite know what to do; but were very taken with their presents. This isn’t the first time the sisters have given them little gifts. Also, the kids, who were all excellently behaved, got donuts because one of Dom’s co-workers had brought in a big box. They were very, very good donuts.

After Ben and Sophie finished their donuts, they ran around and Sophie sang nursery rhymes, especially Ring Around the Rosie. Ben joined her in falling down on the floor. Then, as it was still early, we headed to the library and made it with plenty of time to spare before story time. I hadn’t pre-registered us; but the benefit of being regulars is that the librarian just threw them in. All the morning librarians know the kids by name. The story time theme was snow and after the stories and songs, the girls painted snow flakes while Ben watched.

A sweet moment in my day. A grandmother, who has been bringing her granddaughter to story time as long as we’ve been going and who was there with the granddaughter and also a grandson,  was watching as the children sat on their mats and listened to the stories. Ben was sitting at the back of the crowd pulling off his shoes and socks and we were laughing at his antics. Then her little grand-daughter rocked back and accidentally kicked Sophie in the head. Grandmother gasped; but Sophie didn’t react at all. “Oh she’s used to being kicked. ” I said. She laughed and observed that one of the advantages to children who are from large families is that they aren’t fragile and can take knocks and falls in stride. She offered the information that her grandson was the fifth and her granddaughter the sixth in their family.

It was a little thing; but her comment coming out of the blue like that suggested that she’d noticed my growing belly and inferred that I might be feeling a bit self-conscious about having four small children. This was her way of letting me know indirectly that she approved of larger families and reminding me of the advantages of having lots of children. Later she said something else about the benefits of larger families. I was really touched by her kindness.

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  • Now, now, don’t be so hard on yourself! Your quick takes are lovely! And I’m very impressed by
    a. the fact that you made an autumn centerpiece
    b. the fact that you consistently photograph your children

  • Thank you, Helene.


    The autumn centerpiece was mostly a way to contain the mess of all the stuff we kept collecting on our walks and put it where Bella could still see and enjoy it but I wouldn’t always be picking bits of it off the floor.

    And some people (I won’t name names, but he might be responsible for helping maintain my personal computer) think that I might be a bit too fond of photographing my children. At least if you judge by the grousing about the number of photos on the camera and on my hard drive.

  • Oh Margaret,

    It’s funny how pictures convey such a small slice of reality. We almost never do art because I’m so paranoid about the mess. It had in fact been so long since the last time we used the finger paints that I’d actually forgotten we owned them. I think it’s been months since the girls did any kind of painting.

    Also, this was Ben’s first time and frankly he was distressed to have goop on his hands. He also tried to at the yellow paint and after that icky taste pretty much gave up on the whole thing. So I’m not sure Anthony is missing much yet.

  • You are so brave when it comes to doing art with your children! Brave and relaxed and I want to be more like you.

    Must get out the finger paints for Anthony. We haven’t done that yet.

    Happy 3rd Sunday of Advent!

    Oh and ha! My word verif. is “poo162” (So now it’s numbered?)