Today the kids discovered the
baking wafers to use as
faux hosts with the Mass kit. This was very fun. After I retrieved the box and left the children with only two wafers, John was distressed because one of the wafers became broken.
I explained that that was okay and reminded him of how the priest consecrates a whole host, but then he breaks it and puts the pieces in the ciborium. So, John broke the wafers into pieces.
Then he gave Mary Communion, but she received in her hands. I reminded them sweetly that our family receives kneeling on the tongue.
So, then they did that! Ha ha!
Later in the morning, Mary gave herself quite a scare when she broke a decorative plate I had on display on a sideboard. She cried and cried and then continued to tell me the rest of the morning that the plate was "hurt" (while she'd sign OWIE). What was most interesting about the event is that I felt true detachment from the start, despite the fact that this was a beautiful decorative plate that Chris and I bought in Florence on our honeymoon. My detachment didn't reflect that I didn't care about the plate or the honeymoon, but I thought it was a good (rare) moment of Christian detachment from worldly things. I'd been seeking a proper plate-hanger for that plate for almost five years now--now I can cross that task off my to-do list!
In the afternoon, John and I made foam masks. I hope you don't see this face on the evening news in relation to a bank robbery.
Tonight before bed, Mary had a dramatic accident. She was crawling up the stairs instead of walking and, at the top, her hand slipped, causing her face to smash down on the top,
wooden step. Little Girl bit straight through her lower lip and there was
so much blood covering my shirt, her face and body, and the wash cloth I used. The screaming was possibly the loudest I've heard from her. Amazingly, it was all over quickly and I called my friend Elaine, who I think has experienced her various children biting through their lower lips three times now. I knew she'd know what to do, which was mostly nothing and to relax. She told me to hold a bag of crushed ice on Mary's lip and said that Mary would recover quickly, but in the meanwhile her lip would be bruised, swollen, and purple (which it is), and that there would be a little scar. I knew Mary would have a dramatic injury at some point, but I thought it would be while she was leaping off the play set or the kitchen counters, not doing something as sedate as crawling upstairs!
Today the kids discovered the baking wafers to use as faux hosts with the Mass kit. This was very fun. After I retrieved the box and left the children with only two wafers, John was distressed because one of the wafers became broken.
I explained that that was okay and reminded him of how the priest consecrates a whole host, but then he breaks it and puts the pieces in the ciborium. So, John broke the wafers into pieces.
Then he gave Mary Communion, but she received in her hands. I reminded them sweetly that our family receives kneeling on the tongue.
So, then they did that! Ha ha!
Later in the morning, Mary gave herself quite a scare when she broke a decorative plate I had on display on a sideboard. She cried and cried and then continued to tell me the rest of the morning that the plate was "hurt" (while she'd sign OWIE). What was most interesting about the event is that I felt true detachment from the start, despite the fact that this was a beautiful decorative plate that Chris and I bought in Florence on our honeymoon. My detachment didn't reflect that I didn't care about the plate or the honeymoon, but I thought it was a good (rare) moment of Christian detachment from worldly things. I'd been seeking a proper plate-hanger for that plate for almost five years now--now I can cross that task off my to-do list!
In the afternoon, John and I made foam masks. I hope you don't see this face on the evening news in relation to a bank robbery.
Tonight before bed, Mary had a dramatic accident. She was crawling up the stairs instead of walking and, at the top, her hand slipped, causing her face to smash down on the top, wooden step. Little Girl bit straight through her lower lip and there was so much blood covering my shirt, her face and body, and the wash cloth I used. The screaming was possibly the loudest I've heard from her. Amazingly, it was all over quickly and I called my friend Elaine, who I think has experienced her various children biting through their lower lips three times now. I knew she'd know what to do, which was mostly nothing and to relax. She told me to hold a bag of crushed ice on Mary's lip and said that Mary would recover quickly, but in the meanwhile her lip would be bruised, swollen, and purple (which it is), and that there would be a little scar. I knew Mary would have a dramatic injury at some point, but I thought it would be while she was leaping off the play set or the kitchen counters, not doing something as sedate as crawling upstairs!
Aw, poor Mary, and poor plate! It's amazing how they bite through their lips, but they do recover quickly. And I find it much easier to be detached from things when the children are contrite.
ReplyDeleteI love the story of them playing Mass. We don't have an actual 'Mass kit' yet, so my son just uses things around the house. It's so cute!! He 'orders' me to kneel at the baby gate to receive Holy Communion and he'll hold a spatula under my chin for the paten. I'm constantly amazed at how much of the Mass the absorb. We also attend a Traditional Liturgy, so it's funny for me to know that my 3yr old is starting to understand the Mass, and adults complain that if the Mass is in Latin they won't understand it. :)
ReplyDeleteAnna: You make a very good point! Yes, if children can understand . . .
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