In the honor of lent I have decided to update you on how going to church was as a family.
We attended an evening prayer mass on Wednesday to receive ash. I was a bit nervous since we haven’t been since my daughter was 7 months. (it’s taken me a lot to find a church I felt comfortable in)
The kids now talk, run, and have their own little personalities. I knew it was going to be very eventful since both little man and little lady have decided to pull the fake cry lately.
During mass we sat and we got the stares. I forget that we live in a predominately Caucasian neighborhood where Interracial’s are not common.
We walk in and sit with the kids.
Immediately, the choir begins to sing and soon as their song is over little lady decides to cheer for them. “YAY *clap clap clap*” I couldn’t help but laugh a little. I guess she thought we were attending a show. She did this with every song.
Little man was fairly quite next to dad throughout the whole mass. While little lady decided to make friends with everyone around us. She felt the need to show them her tongue as well… not cool.
When we finally went up for ash, I was holding little lady. She decided to rub off the ash as soon as it was put on. Little man on the other hand, while holding daddy’s hand, decided to move away. Instead of receiving a cross he got a thumb print.
It was also the hubs first time participating. I think he got the biggest cross out of all of us.
Since it was our first time attending. I decided to ask the hubs what he thought of the church and about what was said during mass.
He mentioned “They aren’t that friendly in this church. No one shook my hand they didn’t even do the ‘peace be with you'” I had to remind him we attended a prayer mass not an actual mass with communion. Today I asked him if this is a church he could see us going to every Sunday He said yes!
I think it turned out pretty good. I can’t wait to attend again.
Happy Thursday everyone!