The "survivor" thing is to be taken cum grano salis. No, I was not trambled by hundreds of screaming brats. But I did attend a children's mass by accident (at 10.30 AM) at the Dominican church in New Town (opposite "U Samsona" restaurant in Freta). All parishes have a children's mass on Sunday, but this one was almost exclusively attended by kids and their paretns -- wall-to-wall congregation peppered with numerous prams and strollers.
Some of the few-month-to-a-year-old generation slept through the whole thing in their prams. The 1.5 to 3 years olds were the liveliest, noisiest and most fidgety. But many of their elder siblings (5 and up) already knew how to behave. Yes, the crying and squealing was a bit distracting and it was hard to follow the sermon over the noise. but on balance it was an edifying sight to see so many young, well-groomed and wholesome-looking married couples (wedding bands told the story) exposing their progeny to their faith from an early age. Of course, we all know there are unchurched kids who spend Sunday mornings watching cartoon shows on the telly whilst their parents nurse their hangovers. There's no law against that, after all.
Some of the few-month-to-a-year-old generation slept through the whole thing in their prams. The 1.5 to 3 years olds were the liveliest, noisiest and most fidgety. But many of their elder siblings (5 and up) already knew how to behave. Yes, the crying and squealing was a bit distracting and it was hard to follow the sermon over the noise. but on balance it was an edifying sight to see so many young, well-groomed and wholesome-looking married couples (wedding bands told the story) exposing their progeny to their faith from an early age. Of course, we all know there are unchurched kids who spend Sunday mornings watching cartoon shows on the telly whilst their parents nurse their hangovers. There's no law against that, after all.