Dear Parents in Church, Thank You — Her View From Home

To the parents who take their kids to church, I see you.

I see the way you stroll in late with all the kids in tow. You make a scene looking for an empty seat in the pew. Usually, it’s the one way on the opposite end of where you are. You take a deep breath and begin your trek to your spot, dragging your kids along.

I see you, parents, who take up an entire pew with your belongings all sprawled out. You’ve brought enough supplies to feed and stock an entire army. You have your books, coloring pages, sippy cups, Cheerios containers, action figures, and toy cars. One kid is on one end and the other is wandering out the opposite end.

I see you, dad, who gets up in the middle of mass to walk your kid back and forth. You pace aimlessly allowing your little one to explore.

I see you, mom, who remains in the pew and breastfeeds. You get awkward stares from the older men who go to shake your hand during the sign of peace. You politely wave them off.

I see you, parents, who have to rush out in a flurry.

In one fell swoop, you manage to gather the diaper bag and all its contents in one hand and your kicking, flailing, crying child in the other. You escape out the exit doors and collapse to the floor.