Probably not future nuns

 

 

Napolean gets down (Photo credit: massless)

 

My three kids are starting to behave much better at church. Either that, or, I’m just so used to their bad behavior that I’ve become jaded. Regardless, on what I thought was a relatively well-behaved Sunday, a mysterious turning point in the Mass alerted my five-year-old to something very special. Perhaps it was a tell-tale word or two from the priest, when my daughter suddenly announced: “It’s almost over! We can play soon! Yeah!” And she gave a delighted little squeal. I told her stiffly to be quiet, but the damage was done. I dared not look around at the many faces of those who overheard. They could have been smiling, or….

 

 

 

Then, a minute later, the closing song began and my two- and five-year-olds stepped out into the aisle and merrily pranced around in circles, their arms extended above their heads ballerina style. I probably should have reached out and grabbed them sooner, but I couldn’t help but smile and chuckle. Again, I didn’t look around for a reaction. Anyone not smiling or giggling from my adorable little girls in their matching blue floral dresses showing off their sweet dance moves, could only be blind or in need of more church time.

 

 

 

I wasn’t able to take a picture of the liturgical dance, but here’s a gratuitous picture of my girls in their matching dresses. Note: the oldest, at least, knew better than to join in with the frolicking. That, or she just didn’t have a clear path to the aisle.