When you were little…

Over the summer holidays, I was reminiscing with the kids about when they were toddlers and some of the silliness they got up to. This one story, in particular, makes me smile every time I tell it so I thought I’d share it with you today…


I grew up going to church as a child so I thought it’d be a nice tradition to carry on to my kiddies. One Sunday when my oldest was a year old & an only child at that stage, we were in mass, just the two of us that week.


Little did I know it was an extra-long mass. I can’t remember what the special mass was for, but we were touching an hour by the time it was over. There was a beautiful choir who sang throughout the service. It was quite lovely if you didn’t have a one-year-old looking to run free on your hands.


Of course, I had a bag of tricks packed with me including snacks & small toys that don’t make noise. Most of these items ended up on the floor after twenty minutes. I had given my son my keys, loose change, the parish newsletter & anything else in my pockets. Each item lasted a few minutes then was thrown on the ground.