Their parents should discipline them properly, so that they don’t disrupt the mass! And that crying baby! Her mother should take her out to the cry room, or outside the church, until she stops crying! Why can’t these parents take proper responsibility for their children?
I’ve often heard comments like this, both on and off-line; I’ve often thought thoughts like these while at church. I’m sure most of my church-going readers have done the same. But I have a question for you: have you ever approached the parents in question, when the church service is over, and found out what their circumstances are?
Jane and I were at mass with our family last week, and encountered a Very Loud Little Boy. We were sitting in the last pew in the right-hand transept; behind us was an open walkway, and a line of chairs against the wall. The Very Loud Little Boy, who appeared to be about a year old, spent most of the service roaming about in the open space in front of the chairs, and alternately crying and making loud happy noises. I confess I found him extremely annoying, and tried to ignore him as best I could.
Jane, on the other hand, identified his mother; and after mass was over, had a chat with her. Not to complain! But to comfort. Turns out the mom in question was there, all by herself, with two only slightly older kids to ride herd on as well, and she was simply stretched to the limit. She didn’t like the way her youngest was behaving; but she couldn’t stifle him without making him louder, and she couldn’t take him outside without taking the other two, and missing mass. She didn’t like her choices, and she was making the best of them.
I should note that our church doesn’t have a “cry room”; at least, if we do I’ve not been able to find it. The expectation seems to be that you bring your little ones to church, and if they are noisy, well, Christ is still present. (This was very much the attitude at our previous church as well.)
Rather than complaining about the noisy kid, wouldn’t it be better to befriend the young mother, to get to know her kids, to sit with her at mass and so give her a hand with them? It would be a gift of loving service to her, and to the others present, and a far more loving way of embracing the cross that the Very Loud Little Boy’s noise represents. Would doing so be a distraction from the mass? Sure; but that distraction’s a sacrifice every parent is familiar with, and it would be a devotion to Him we meet there.
Have I tried to do this myself? Honestly, no; the day we encountered the Noisy Little Boy we were at mass at a different time than usual. And with our brood I can reasonably make the excuse that we have our hands full already. But perhaps we don’t. And perhaps we should be keeping our ears open for that Very Loud Little Boy’s colleagues at our regular mass.