A recently witnessed Facebook exchange forced me to confront a deep, dark truth about myself: I hate—no, not hate; I loathe, despise, abhominate, and abhor children's liturgies. The feeling was a little overblown, and prompted some self-examination. What exactly was it that gave me such a visceral negative reaction to something that many parents embrace with waves of relief?
I think I know now. None of these are arguments that your children’s liturgy that your children go to in your parish is anything but the bee’s knees. They are simply my attempt to articulate to myself why the idea of any child of mine ever attending one makes me shudder like a lizard just ran up my leg when I was almost asleep (true story).