My mother wouldn’t have taken me into church at a super young age, when I couldn’t understand directions like “quiet!”. After that, I did go into church with my parents, knowing (being told in advance) that if I made a peep, I was going to pay for it big time when we got home. My mother was one who didn’t make empty threats and I knew she would follow up on this if I was bad in church. I never made a peep. Most of children my age were also pretty good in church. Just how it was back in the Late Bronze Age.
I go to the earliest Mass, hoping to miss most of the noise. We still have some people come in with kids, and a few of them are disruptively loud. The general attitude seems to be, “Oh, dear, oh dear, well…what can we do?” We do have a nice cry room but, you can count on it, those who can benefit from it the most are the very ones who will never use it.
No, I don’t enjoy the noise, but from a different viewpoint, I have to say that my hat’s off to people who get up sometime before dawn and get five kids dressed and off to the early Mass. It shows a certain amount of determination if nothing else. We have a man who comes with five kids—one very good six-year-old (I’m estimating), one infant, and three that are about three years old (maybe triplets?). He comes in after the Collect or even after the Gloria, sits in the front which seems to be saved for him, and a certain amount of noise is inevitable. Still, I have to admit that just getting them there is probably not easy for him. So I mentally give him some points for that.