Sunday, July 15, 2007

The Daily Office - With Grandchildren



Last night, we had a sleepover with five of our grandchildren and no parents to help mind them, just Grandpère and me. Yes, we are crazy. My three grandsons from New Orleans were staying the night, and my son's children wanted to be with them, so we had them all.

Of course, it was lively. We took them out to eat, because I thought it was better to let them make the mess in someone else's place. I had to take the youngest outside for correction - a stern talk - twice, but we made it through the meal. I believe the folks who ran the restaurant were happy to see us go. The children weren't that bad, just noisy, but, thank heavens, the pizza place was pretty noisy, too.

Later that evening, getting them settled for the night in the two spare bedrooms upstairs was the next challenge. Everyone had a preference that seemed to conflict with someone else's preference, but we finally got them sorted out - we thought. Grandpère and I breathed a sigh of relief and went to bed.

The next morning, when Grandpère went to check on them, he found all five of them sound asleep together in one queen-size bed. It seemed that some heard noises and became frightened, and somehow they all ended up in the same bed, three at the top and two at the bottom. If I had told them that they all had to sleep in the same bed, they would have howled, but there they were five angels sleeping.

I cooked them waffles for breakfast, which pleased them greatly.

Today, I did not make it to church. I had too much compassion for Grandpère to leave him alone with all five, and I did not have the energy to supervise all of them to have them ready to go with me. Since I did not attend church, I read Morning Prayer from The Daily Office in the same room where all five were playing and chattering - sometimes arguing - and, in the midst of the din, I still found much to appreciate.

Hymn

Every morning we will raise
to our God our songs of praise.
Every morning we will raise
to our God our songs of praise.


Antiphon

Alleluia. The earth is the Lord's for he made it: Come let us adore him. Alleluia.

Psalm 148 Laudate Domi

Hallelujah!
Praise the LORD from the heavens;
praise him in the heights.
Praise him, all you angels of his;
praise him, all his host.
Praise him, sun and moon;
praise him, all you shining stars.
Praise him, heaven of heavens,
and you waters above the heavens.
Let them praise the Name of the LORD;
for he commanded, and they were created.


From the Gospel

Matthew 23:37

..."Jerusalem, Jerusalem, the city that kills the prophets and stones those who are sent to it! How often have I desired to gather your children together as a hen gathers her brood under her wings, and you were not willing!"....

A Prayer of St. Chrysostom

Almighty God, you have given us grace at this time with one accord to make our common supplication to you; and you have promised through your well-beloved Son that when two or three are gathered together in his Name you will be in the midst of them: Fulfill now, O Lord, our desires and petitions as may be best for us; granting us in this world knowledge of your truth, and in the age to come life everlasting. Amen.

Hymn

God be with you,
God be with you,
God be with you till we meet again.
O---
God be with you,
God be with you,
God be with you till we meet again.


Now they are all gone, and it is very quiet. Thanks be to God.

Thanks be to God for the noise and for the quiet.

14 comments:

  1. But especially for the quiet.

    Those grandkids will look back very fondly upon the memories you are creating, and will edit out any of the bad stuff.

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  2. I hope I can be a grandparent like you and Grandpere. I especially like you having the "stern" talk away from everyone with the small one. Waffles sound good, too!

    And quiet is nice. It's quiet where I am, and I'm reading Harry Potter #6 in preparation for the one coming out on Saturday.

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  3. KJ, I hope they will, and I hope the child protection folks won't be after us.

    Jan, thank you. Quiet is nice.

    Enjoy the Harry Potter. I missed some of the middle books, but I will read the finale.

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  4. Your grandchildren are very lucky. I have fond memories of my siblings and cousins all together at my paternal grandparents place. There were eight of us and we loved those sleep-overs. Good job!

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  5. On top of being a super Grandmère, you are a gorgeous writer. Way to make that last line resonate. :)

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  6. Padre, I have fond memories of staying at my grandparents house, too. They had 17 grandchildren. Needless to say, we never stayed all at one time.

    PJ, the compliment from you means a lot. I find I'm honing my writing skills on the blog, with my readers the guinea pigs, as I try things out.

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  7. About ten years ago, we took our little granddaughter to a restaurant in that same town, and she threw a terrible tantrum, which disturbed the whole place. Now she is 14, taller than her mother, and very grownup. It happens sooner than you will think.

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  8. Truly you are one of God's mother hens.

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  9. Just like God herself, sharecropper.

    I was looking to stop in and say something about what's bugging me, but Grandmas (Granny), my father's mother, needs a word.

    Making cookies (the bowl or the spoon?) fudge, or whatever in her kitchen with her, learning to read from her with Bugs and friends in her living room, and ,most precious gift: "What's love, Granny?" "I wouldn't trade a farm for ya." That''s her line, and I tear up remembering it. She had given up her farm long before. She taught me what love is.

    Your posts, and your recent prayers, show me you're a granny, Mimi, or JB, if you prefer; thank you.

    What's stuck in my craw is outrage. I keep hearing this term "outrage fatigue" and I want to try some. My outrage at this sick and criminal group "running" our country isn't fatigued in the slightest; it just gets stronger. Please, can anyone tell me where I could please get some "outrage fatigue," just for a little while?

    Other than that, and the sorts of things we all must deal with: a parent, and family, friends, and enemies, and such, I'm doing pretty good, again, I hope. More tomorrow or Friday.

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  10. Ormonde, they do grow up quickly, too quickly.

    Is there something in the air around here that causes children to misbehave in restaurants?

    Sharecropper and Johnieb, thanks for your kind words, but God knows, and I know that I need to do much better.

    Johnieb, your Granny showed you what love is. If my grandchildren learn nothing else from me, I hope that they will know that they are loved, and that they are to share that love.

    I do have my share of outrage fatigue, but with the outrage I have left, I try to do practical things, which, in the end, may make little difference, but are good therapy for me.

    I am rather a fierce mother hen.

    I ordered my "Bring Them Home" bumper stickers today.

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  11. Amen and Amen! Great way to spend the Sabbath. You are a great grandparent and a great writer. Thanks for sharing.

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  12. Serena, I beg your pardon, but I am not a great grandparent yet, in either sense. Maybe one day. ;o)

    It was a good Sabbath, but not necessarily in the "day of rest" sense of Sabbath.

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  13. Exhaustion from grandchildren or from outrage fatigue can be great alleviated by staring at or being in moving water for some time.

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  14. Sharecropper, thank you. I'll try to remember that. I can go to the corner and cross the road to watch the bayou. It moves slowly, but it moves.

    Johnieb, take note.

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