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The Cry Room?

This Sunday we went to another church for mass. We were running on time for the 10 AM at our church, but when we got to the van to go, we realized we had forgotten to take a bunch of stuff out and put the seat and car seats back in. Luckily, a local church has a 10:30 AM mass. The boys love going to this church because they have donuts after all masses, every Sunday (ours only has donuts once a month).

When we got there, Pete and I split up. Pete went with J in the main church and I took K and A into the cry room. Now, I must admit, I like the idea of a cry room. I like to have a place where I can be with the boys if they are acting up, so they do not disturb mass. Also, I see it as a place to "train" K to sit quietly at mass. But, I think sometimes I must be the only one who sees it that way . . .

This Sunday it was like a "free for all" in the cry room (OK, it is usually like that every time I have been in one). There were kids walking around. Parents talking full voice. A little girl was coloring and eating graham crackers. Directly in front of us was a family with a boy who was more than old enough to know how to sit quietly at mass. Instead, he was eating a LARGE bag of chips. K, who is a lover of all food, kept on asking me for chips. Luckily, he did not complain when I said "after mass".

I understand that it can be difficult to keep kids quite during mass, but where is a mom to go when she wants to teach her kids to be quiet and learn that it is not OK to eat in mass and most parents in the cry room are allowing their kids to do exactly what you are teaching your kids NOT to do.

I think I am going to stay out of the cry room from now on.


  1. Monsignor Hogan looked into getting a cry room and was advised by the other two parishes in our town not to!!! For that same reason. +JMJ+

  2. Amen! I'm gonna send you an e-mail on this one becasue a comment would just be way too long!


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