Thank you for not shushing my kids (& me) during Communion. Thank you for that stifled giggle when my three-year-old not so quietly whispered that she was hungry too or when my six-year-old said, "oh it's cause I'm not in first grade yet?" when I tried to explain why he couldn't partake of the unleavened bread and grape juice.
Thank you for understanding that they're learning. That no, they wouldn't be better off in the nursery. Because where else will they learn? Where else will they see and feel the reverance of Communion? Where else will they learn to serve the person beside you before serving yourself? Where else will they learn to sit and just BE in the presence of God?
I know they're loud sometimes and that sometimes their crayons roll towards you over and over and over again. I know her Amens are funny and his prayer requests are simple. But thank you. Thank you for not laughing too loud. And for not complaining. Thank you for letting them learn.
A Grateful Mama