Been there. Done that. Glad it’s out there now!

And, Now, Grandma’s having Mommy Flash-backs!!!  :D

I think that old mission church in the Midwest will never be the same. They took out the organ and built a “cry room” after we left. I really don’t know why they did that. I was the only woman there, who was pro-creating. And, yeah, we all knew each other. Sort of. I always had to take my three kids, under three, to Mass. I tried to leave one with their dad once, and Dad made it clear, “I don’t do diapers.” Needless to say, I never tried that again.

To be continued: I have to take the dog out.

Coming from a family of 5 girls and one boy, then only having sons, I can honestly say everything was new to me. I was at the tail end of my family, so I never had diapering experience. My first son had to wait 1 hour before I managed to make his diaper stay on. An woman next doors came over and re-folded all my cloth diapers into a triangle. That threw me off big time. I have special issues due to 6 head injuries. Don’t ask! Anyway, there she was helping me. In between the times she was helping me I discovered baby boys can spray you, the walls and themselves and the crib with, well their own urine. It became obvious, I would have to throw a diaper on the area, before we ever got that first diaper on. I tried the triangle method, and my neighbor was so please, that I adopted it. Inwardly, I couldn’t wait until she left, so I could try the rectangle version of the cloth diapering technique. Disposable diapers didn’t make their entrance onto the store shelves, until my second son was born. And, he was allergic to them or something. He would get a bad diaper rash from them every time I used them. So, convenience isn’t all it’s cracked up to be. Yep. I was a pioneer in store bought diapers, and the proto-types weren’t all that. I preferred cloth diapers for my babies. The third son was ok in an occasional traveling store bought diaper. So, he adjusted well with whatever I decided for him. By then the diaper makers market started to work out the kinks in their products. Probably mothers and dads complained, or something.

The greatest discovery of me having potty training boys in tow, when we went to visiting relatives by car, is that we could generally pull to the side of the highway, and just tell them to “go” and wa-la! They did. No diapers whatsoever!

Seems Mass became a welcoming place for us, eventually. A childless couple would take the current baby, after I nursed him, discreetly under a receiving blanket. I think I could have used a cry room about then. That’s elderly lady’s husband, whom I always thought “was Catholic” because he came with her, decided to become Catholic, after we left. I kinda like to think our perseverance in going to Saturday night or Sunday morning Mass, must of helped him decide to become a Catholic. But, I think his wife had something to do with that. She was good as gold, and a very motherly woman.

Don’t go crowning me a saint, just yet. I cussed in  Mass once. Yep. Cussed. I was even, in the first row. I burped our youngest son, on my shoulder, and you guessed it, he bit my shoulder. And I said, “Shit.” Poor God. I wish I would have said, “Praise God” in retrospect, but I wasn’t that knowledgeable about offering praise or offering it up, then.

I asked my second born son to sing once in Mass, and he said, “Ok Momma.” Then after everyone finished singing, he made his debut. “They make the best darn burgers in the whole wide world, Burger King and I.” The whole congregation started to laugh. We were a hit, well sort of. The priest never commented on my son’s singing. He just took it in stride. I bet he was “offering it up” or something.

Well, that’s about all the story telling, I’m up to tonight.

I tried to lighten the mood, in light of all the “gloom and doom” news out there. Obama and the cheerless G8 should just call it like it is: their global ambitions for their Wars, Regime Changes and Agenda 21 should be renamed, “The Fear Department” and be done with it. They will loose, in the end. God always weighs in, during history, to turn the tide, in His favor. Although, this time, I think He will make us wait, it out. And, I think God will still call us to be cheerful, as best we can in carrying our daily crosses. Some are non-existent some days, and some days we stumble under their weigh. But, God always sees us through. Taking it all in stride, those days can be written about, like today, and one can see the hand of God, even in those days, that just seem to try us at the moment. A sense of humor helps. I tell you what.

The end.