I try to attend daily Mass 2-3 times a week. Lydia and I go downtown to Sacred Heart because it's at a convenient time (12:05pm) and because the church is gorgeous. No matter where I or Lydia look we see beauty and images of holy men and women. It's hard to not think of God and godly things when your eyes can't escape them!
Last week there were a lot of struggles for going to Mass: getting out of the house; finding parking; keeping Lydia in the pew; keeping Lydia away from the people trying to pay attention while she's trying to show them her book or shoe; keeping Lydia from squealing during the consecration or the Gospel, etc. All those things add up and stress me out. I feel embarrassed that my kid just threw her book two pews back and even more embarrassed that I'm clearly upset with her.
This week I decided to give the other daily Mass attendees a break from my daughter and I and waited until today to go. And when we got there the woman who picked up the aforementioned thrown book came up to us quickly and gave Lydia a rosary in a little white purse. She said she loves watching Lydia at Mass and gets a lot of enjoyment from her. She said she hopes when Lydia's older I'll have the rosary blessed and give it to my daughter.
I felt so humbled by her generosity and thoughtfulness. I felt so grateful for her appreciation of my toddler. Such a little gesture that meant so much to me today!