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Monday, April 5, 2010

Not Me Monday: Easter


I did not allow the kiddos to have candy before going to church Easter Sunday. Not me. No way on earth I would allow them to consume sugar before loading them into the car and then attending Mass and then a 1-1/2 hour drive to Grandma’s house.

David did not have to wear a pair of his dad’s dress socks because I couldn’t find matching pair of socks for him. And, if he had, they would not have fit perfectly.

Mary did not insist on wearing mismatched socks (one pink, one purple), because she “likes the way it looks.” And I didn’t let her do it.

Peter did not freak out about sitting in the choir loft for Mass. And Emma did not climb all over the pew and try to eat it (the very old, painted pew, which, for all I know, is covered in lead paint). Nor did she alternate between squealing (delight) and squeaking (ire at Mary pinching, patting and snuggling, and generally keeping her from freedom). And Mary did not ask when Mass would be over. Every. Five. Minutes.

And if they had done all of these things, I would not have noticed…I was much too preoccupied with the holiness of the day.

At Grandma's house, Emma did not play in the dog's inside water bowl. She did not dunk a badminton racket into the outside water bowl. And then try to put it in her mouth. And trip on her dress hem so many times that I finally tied it behind her.

I am truly thankful for this day. He is risen. He is truly risen. Alleluia!

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