This weekend, Nicholas began the process of preparing to make his First Communion. Although we go to church regularly, this weekend, we had to sit towards the front, as he, along with his classmates, would be called to the altar during the mass to talk to the priest. It was the first time that Madeline had attended church outside of the “crying room.” I don’t go to the crying room because she cries, but because, at nearly 20 months, she’s not exactly quiet.
For the first half of the mass, she was fairly quiet. She has a few back teeth coming in, and she was a little under the weather, making her more subdued than usual. And then she perked up. And “perked up” might be a slight understatement.
When she saw Nick leave the pew to go up to the altar, she stuck her head out down the aisle to see where he was going. “Ka! Ka!” she yelled for him (it’s what she calls him). She struggled to get loose to go join him, but then decided she was happy to take his now-empty seat next to me, instead of sitting on my lap. I could see how proud she was, sitting up straight, and smoothing out her pants. She was feeling very big.
And loud. Big and loud.
When the kids all came back to sit with their parents, she spied one of Nick’s friends across the aisle from us. “Kara! Kara!” she called. Luckily the people around us thought it was cute.
This happened, as luck would have it, to be a mass with a lot of singing. Have I mentioned that Madeline loves music? Loves, loves, loves it. As soon as the congregation stopped singing, there was a little voice that didn’t stop. Yeah, that would be Madeline. It was too adorable not to smile.
And after everyone was done singing the responses… that quiet little round of applause? That would have been coming from Madeline. She was thoroughly enjoying herself.
When we did the usual “peace be with you” and turned to shake hands with those sitting near us, I quickly apologized for Madeline’s, um, exuberance. Luckily everyone was fine and understood. I mean, I can’t exactly keep her quiet for an hour, especially when there’s so much new for her to take in.
After mass let out, I saw the the priest in the back and he mentioned how good Madeline was, as did a few of our friends. Another crisis averted. Another mini challenge overcome. She is so adorably full of life, even the challenges are fun. Well, most of them anyway.