I Had Bread Dad

MY KIDSMY NAME IS MOMMY

I Had Bread Dad

I wish there were pictures to document this event but even though I had the camera there wasn’t a time when I felt there was time to whip it out.
This morning we got dressed and headed to church for the second Sunday in a row.
We walked in, got our palms, sat down and waited for mass to begin. Pastor came over to us and asked how we were all doing, my kids said hello and we shook hands.
The kid mass is at 9:00 but that is just too hard to do right now so the mass we do get to is nice, quiet and very intimate with only about 25 people, my kids being the only kids under 16.
They were relatively quiet. I did have to hold my daughter a couple of times to explain that she couldn’t write on the bibles, tap dance, talk during the sermon, or walk around the pews. My son kept himself busy by probably zoning out and sitting like a little man right next to me while parishioners preformed “The Passion” which was mostly a reading of what happened on Jesus last day.
I would narrate everything that was going on. He told me I was doing a good job singing from time to time and my daughter asked to go home.
They “did the sign of peace” with just about anyone who came over. I was very proud of how they shook hands, they are only 2 and 4 years old and mass was 1 1/2 hours long with nothing to do but sit and listen and they were fabulous.
When it was time for our offering I handed him the envelope. He wasn’t quite sure, even after I prompted him what to do. It was cute the way 5 old ladies tried to motion for him what to do with the envelope.
We walked up to the alter and knelt down to accept the body and blood of Christ. In the Lutheran Church anyone can receive communion and last year my son would not take the host (bread). This time as the Pastor got closer, I told him what was happening and he put his little hand out and was handed bread which he happily ate after the Pastor told him he could. I was beaming with the fact that my son just received his first communion.
My daughter, who I was holding was blessed as the Pastor walked by handing out bread to everyone. She was very upset the whole way back to our seat asking for bread. “I want bread!”
Afterwards Pastor told her that she would get bread next time if it was ok with me. She was happy and I was thrilled and proud of how good they were.
When we got home my kids were excited to tell Daddy they had fun at Church and my son’s first words piling out of the car? “I got bread Dad!”
Next up…Good Friday.

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