Mother's Day was Rogation Sunday in our Church. The kids brought seeds or seedlings to be blessed and the work in the Atrium (Sunday School) involved potting flowers to be blessed and turned over to the mothers during the service. Very cute.
Part of the reason we joined this church is that the children are included in the service, rather than being relegated to a soundproof baby booth as they were in several of the Catholic churches I attended growing up. And because children as young as toddlers are included, often up at the altar, the service is sometimes less than perfect. My kids have sent the congregation into paroxysms of laughter on more than one occasion. Hey, I'll take the laughter over the head shaking and tsking any day.
Like the first day we let the Pumpkin join the other kids at the altar at the end of the service. When it came time for them to follow the choir recession from the altar, P thought it was a race. He came plowing through the sea of choir robes until he reached our pew shouting "I won!"
So yesterday, when it came time for the kids to bring their newly potted marigolds to the altar to be blessed, P held his plant high over his head. Higher, higher, until he tipped it over his head and all over the floor. Laughed 'til I cried. Thankfully, so did the priest.
I can count on one
hand finger the times I have laughed in a Catholic Church. I wonder if all Episcopalians are this cool about being human.
Inspired by watching my son shower himself with potting soil, I spent most of the rest of Mother's Day ripping out the herb and flower garden that had become overrun with wild strawberries in my absence last year. The sage, thyme, and my original lupines are gone. The irises seem to have survived, but I'm going to have to split them at the end of the season. Then there's the vegetable garden to be rebuilt....
Speaking of Mother's Day, be sure to check out my post on the first Mother's Day at The Soccer Mom Vote.