For many years, Mass was a quiet, contemplative time. That changed four years ago, with the birth of Matthew.
Now, Mass is a chance to cultivate patience. It’s an opportunity to practice my sprinting as I run after a Luke gone wild. It’s a test to see how long I can keep two boys quiet with goldfish crackers, assorted toy trains, and judiciously-spaced bathroom breaks.
It is, simply put, anything but contemplative . But I’m still there, week after week, kids in tow.
Why do I bother? You can find out in my latest column: Why I bring my boys to Mass.