We had an All Saints’ party on Friday. I was wanting do my bit in building the culture for our children. Plus what’s cuter than little kids dressed up like saints?
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So anyway Friday morning I set the printer to work churning out saint coloring pages and head off to Anthony’s school for Mass and their Eucharistic procession, which was super sweet. The procession went from the church around the playground to the lower entrance of the school, where the preschoolers were waiting. (They hadn’t gone to Mass. I don’t think they would have fit anyway!) An altar with saint statues was set up and we all chanted the Litany of the Saints. I believe the patron saint of each and every student was included. A few kids were dressed up. If I had known they were allowed to dress up, I would have tried to cajole Anthony into his St. Anthony costume.
So back home to finish up preparations, including the afore-pictured St. Catherine Laboure costume. That’s my black t-shirt, safety pinned so it doesn’t fall off her shoulders, Anthony’s undershirt around her face, and a piece of posterboard with elastic hot-glued to it. Katie Rose kept it on much longer than expected.
Then I bring home Anthony and his little friend Ryan a.k.a. St Ignatius of Loyola in his Costco knight’s costume to start the party. I set them to work on our “craft,” which is the saint coloring pages to put on a big roll of paper with clouds and “The Saints are in Heaven with Jesus!” (Idea from here.) The boys oblige me with a drawing of a spaghetti monster and a choo-choo train floating amongst the clouds, then are off to slay real spaghetti monsters with Ryan’s foam sword. Anthony is not at all interested in donning his costume, despite a week of anticipation. Suddenly he’s got all macho and doesn’t want a dress and a flower. St. Sebastian with darts taped to his t-shirt, St. Juliana in her handkerchief veil, a princess/soccer player, another Costco knight as St. Louis IX, and a “desert mother” in “animal skins” (a leopard cardigan) also arrive. A planned “Litany” of each child’s saint was replaced by necessity with “All Saints, pray for us!” at grace. Nobody else touches the coloring, since it’s too lovely outside. We eat and let the Church Triumphant loose.
My older and wiser friend Bridget, mother of Ryan and six other children, says that I had planned a party for girls. Too true! I did exactly what I remember my mom doing for my little sister Teresa’s birthday parties around the preschool years: Start with a craft/art thing that kids can join upon arriving, then food, then other activity, then cake and presents! It was a slam-dunk formula for my sisters and me. I learned that three-year-old boys just don’t sit and do art before lunch when there are swords handy. In retrospect, DUH. But they still had fun and it was in honor of the Saints, which was the whole point.