I'm going to just lay my side out because I have no desire to get in a debate over there, but dagnabit, I've got an opinion. And it is:
LET'S ALL TRY OUR VERY BEST, AND ALSO MIND OUR OWN BEEZWAX.
That's it, really. It's HARD to sit there for an hour as kids, and it's harder as a parent. I can't even give my kids a snack after sacrament meeting to keep them from going bonkers in their classes for the next 2 hours because they are so excited to get to class they won't eat. So yeah, I bring pretzels for them to munch on. My one goal is to KEEP US QUIET SO EVERYONE CAN HEAR THE SPEAKERS. I try my darndest to keep the kids quiet and calm so the people around us can pay attention to and feel the Spirit in the room. (Last week while I was desperately trying to keep the Dude stationary, he grabbed my face and yelled "ARE YOU HAPPY?!" I smiled silently so he joyfully yelled "YOU SMILE!!" Just can't win sometimes:)
They are not always quiet, but I try. I insist they sit and don't get on the floor or move around, but if some other parent does, there is no way I'm going to judge. IT'S HARD. We're all trying. It's hard for me because my husband is sitting up on the stand and I'm doing it all alone, but the sainted mother behind me who comes to church alone with her 4 boys under the age of 5 and has her own toys and tactics to survive in sacrament meeting is doing her very best too. Every other Sunday, by the time church starts, our kids have already been there for an hour and a half while husband and I are in meetings. My awesome MIL made little church bags for my kids and I love them. Yeah. I bring church bags with scripture books, pictures of temples and Christ, and colored pencils and paper so my kids quietly occupy themselves to keep the peace for us and everyone around us. Some people don't subscribe to that. I don't subscribe to toddlers wandering around the aisles either, but I also know how &^%$ hard it is to hold onto a toddler for an entire hour. We are human.
I'ts so easy to talk about how our parents did it and get on high horses, but I'm far too aware of Karma and how swiftly it kicks me in the butt when I start getting all high and mighty. I look at other families with lovely, peaceful kids and force myself to not feel like an awful mother. As my mom says, comparisons are odious. And as I also mentioned in my last post, we ALL get our turn.
Just come to church. And try. Smile and lift others up and it will lift you up. And then try again. And mind your own beezwax. You can look that up - it's in the book of Reva, 5:24.