The Crying Room

I was at Mass surrounded by five other friends, all of us “older moms” with kids in school, able to sit in peace. Midway through, a woman walked in, and stood at the back. She was wrangling two very small children while balancing a very large diaper bag on her already burdened shoulder. As a once-younger mama who would attempt daily Mass with an active young one, I understood her. READ MORE HERE