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LOOPers have more funny “kids-at-Mass” moments to share! Nothing brings joy like seeing our little ones present before God, even when they unleash the unexpected.
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Shared by Sue F.
Many years ago when my oldest daughter was about five or six-years-old, we were singing the Sanctus before Holy Communion. At the “Hosanna in the highest” part she belted out,
“Lasagna, lasagna in the highest.” I’ll never forget it. Out of the mouths of babes.
Shared by Erica G.
We taught our infant son some basic sign language so he could communicate with us better than he could with just words. When he was 18-months-old, he was wiggling around at church, so we tried to distract him by getting him to point to things we asked to see. We said, “Where’s Jesus?” He finally got still, cranked his little body around to the crucifix, looked up and did the “Help me!” sign language motion.
Shared by Maria E.
Approximately sixty-one years ago in a small, coastal Oregon Catholic church, our beloved pastor took the host in hand to pronounce the words of consecration. All was still. My two-and-a-half year-old daughter, with a clear, loud voice piped out, “Mommy, do God got a belly button?”
Jesus HAD to be smiling. I was chagrined.
Shared by Kathleen S.
On my recent visit to see my daughter and her family, I gave the two youngest, ages seven and four, rosaries. The older children had their own rosaries. In preparation for Mass, my four-year-old granddaughter asked, “Where is my Rosemary?” Sweet child with such a sweet request.
Shared by Deb W.
To this day, when we respond with “Thanks be to God” at Mass, my oldest son Jordan’s rendition still rings out in my head from when he started “joining in” at Mass.
“Thanks, speedy God!”
Shared by Chase G.
We were in the communion line and my second youngest daughter, four at the time, was walking in front of me. When we got to the front she walked up to the priest to receive a blessing.
With an open palm he gave her the blessing. My daughter afterwards jumps up, high-fives his open palm, and skips back to her seat. Our priest has this booming chuckle he lets out before continuing. One of those moments you dread as a parent where everyone’s looking at you, but also glad to see it made others smile.
Shared by Jackie R.
My two-year-old looked up at the ceiling of the church where the fluted organ pipes extend horizontally toward a large dove representing the Holy Spirit hanging down from the middle of the ceiling. He turned and said, “They are shooting the bird.” Sure enough, it now looks like an Elmer Fudd-style shotgun is taking aim at the dove, and me and everyone who was around us at the time can’t unsee it.
