Woke up this morning to a beautiful cold, gray, rainy day. I'm not kidding: this is beautiful to me. I love melancholy weather, and melancholy moods. Walked to liturgy this morning, and found an oasis of warmth, both spiritual and physical, behind the stone walls of the chapel. I must confess that I struggled mightily to pay attention to the liturgy, because of a totally obnoxious kid who mistook the church for a romper room. It was absolutely extraordinary. This kid, "Junior," looked to be about five years old, and he carried on like the church was his playroom. He never stood still, he played loudly with his cars throughout the entire service, so rambunctiously and obnoxiously at times that I strained to hear the service. And there stood his mother, serenely untroubled by it all -- and, to my mind, displaying complete disregard not only for the liturgy, but for all the rest of us there.
There were other children present, but they were all well behaved -- and when they weren't, their parents disciplined them. At one point, Junior briefly enlisted another small boy in his games. That lasted about one minute, when the boy's mother stepped over and said in a forceful whisper, "This is a church! Behave yourself, or remove yourself." That ended that, at least for that boy. But not for Junior. The little twerp's mother stuck a pacifier into his mouth -- this big, lummoxy boy was either five years old, or close to it -- but he managed to whine and complain and whizz his cars along the stone floor despite that.
I have to confess that I never know how to handle bad kids in church. As you know, I have three small children of my own, so I know how hard it is to keep kids well behaved in church -- especially if you're in a long Orthodox liturgy. We parents know how and why to extend grace to other parents. But for parents who don't even try to control their children, and whose children seem bound and determined to make focused prayer and worship impossible for everyone else, I really do have to work not to feel hot anger for. Several times I almost said something to Junior's mother, like, "I can't hear or focus on the service, would you please control your child," but then I thought, you know, this isn't my country, and I don't know these people. I might be resented for it. On the other hand, there were other children and parents in this small chapel, and Junior was the only one behaving that way. if the English aren't going to ask Junior's mother to discipline her brat, what place is it of mine to do?
On the other hand, I can't think of a single occasion when I've had the courage to ask another parent to control his or her child in church services, no matter how badly the child is behaving. In the culture in which I was raised, any parent would have had the right to tell a child not his own to behave himself -- and the misbehaving child's own parents would not only have been grateful that someone else had delivered a proper correction to his child, but he himself would have been embarrassed by his child's behavior, and would have redoubled efforts to teach the child self-control, and a decent respect for God, for occasion, and for others.
Would that mother have let Junior behave so obnoxiously at a pop concert? I doubt it. But at church, anything goes for some people, who presume on the grace of their parishioners. Anyway, if you've got a good strategy for dealing with bad kids in church, let's hear it. I could use some advice. When do you decide to work on controlling your own reaction, and working through your frustration, and when are you justified, and perhaps required, to say something to the parent or parents?