Mr. mom you're doing it wrong driver#
The rules are there to make sure the celebration doesn't devolve into something more earthly than heavenly.Ī few days ago, a driver ahead of me in car line made a "wrong" move which resulted in the principal approaching her and having a private conversation. The rules are to meant to make sure due reverence is given to things that are sacred, particularly the Eucharist. What's the point of "rules" around Mass, anyway? The rules underscore what we believe: through the sacred Mass, we take part in the heavenly liturgy in the company of the communion of saints. Maybe some are cradle Catholics who've been doing it like this for as long as they can remember and no one has ever told them differently. Maybe some are just following what the people in front of them are doing. Maybe, just maybe, a good percentage of those people "doing it wrong" are converts still trying to understand the "rules" surrounding the Mass. I also admit that I've, at times, acted like a bull in a fine China shop when trying to correct a behavior or procedure that's not being done properly. My love for liturgy has led me to a few, " You’re doing it wrong, Moron!” interactions with others. The Mass is a profound mystery, after all, so why shouldn't we all give it the proper attention it deserves? What’s bugging me at Mass? Oh, just allow me to pull out my mile-long accordion-folded list! Given all I’ve learned about the liturgy through my husband's deacon formation, my fervor about getting it right is at an all time high. I’m the first to admit that I sometimes often get bent out of shape when something isn’t done properly during the Mass. Lately, I’ve been thinking about the connection between car line and the Mass.
The time sitting still in line actually provides a little pocket of peace to ponder about stuff.
Car line has now become a somewhat peaceful time (as long as I remember snacks for the two younger kids). Now a few weeks into the school year, and all that initial anxiety has worn off. I nailed it, and the world rejoiced with me! Mom. But on my second outing, guess what? I killed it - car line, that is. Lisa, you’re doing it wrong! Thankfully no one honked or screamed, “Moron!” at me like the irked woman in Mr. I didn’t wind around the parking lot in the correct path even though I did what the cars in front of me were doing. And guess what? On my first attempt at car line, I got it wrong. Leading up to the first day of school, I studied the map and information over and over ( and over!) so that I could properly follow the rules. I knew there were rules designed to help car line move orderly, timely, and safely. I knew there was a set procedure in place. Buzzkill! Again, do we see why I’m not invited to parties anymore?! Oh, yeah, I’ve also been known to throw the term GIRM - the General Instruction of the Roman Missal - around at parties. Benedict, is very close to my heart given I spent much time with the monks at Conception Abbey in Conception, Missouri the past five years. Benedictine spirituality, which has its roots in The RULE of St.
Maybe that’s why I’m not invited to many parties?! I also have a deep love for the liturgy. One of my favorite job assignments ever was writing a company-wide policy and procedural manual. So when I use the word anxious to describe the emotions leading into my first car line experience, can you see why? People, please don't face life-threatening injuries during car line! The timing coincided with car line, and as he tried exiting the church parking lot, a mom who had staked her position, started honking her horn at him presumably because she thought he was cutting in line. A priest once told me about a time he needed to leave the parish for the hospital to administer last rites. Now there are urban legends about car line ‘round these parts, too. Mom, drives his kids to school for the first time and encounters car line wrath. Take a peek. In that scene, recently fired Jack Butler, A.K.A. Mom, a comedy from the early 80s starring Michael Keaton.
Mr. mom you're doing it wrong movie#
When I think about car line, I remember a scene from the movie Mr. Or is it carline, one word? Merriam-Webster says carline is Scottish for an old woman. Peace and interior freedom have been two big fruits from our discernment process.īut there was one thing about our new routine that created a bit of, shall we say, anxiety? Car line. Two weeks in, and I intuitively know it’s the right move for our family. Our family recently transitioned from homeschooling to Catholic schools.