Growing up, I can’t remember very many other kids at Mass. There were about eight or nine in the youth group, three of which were my family. Half of the rest were another family. I’d put the average age of the parish at “grandparents.” Sharing the same house as about 1/8th of the kids in your parish? NOT a great thing.
This became rather important about two years back, when we had Princess and realized we had no family friends that were Catholic. Heck, I didn’t know that TrueBlue was Catholic until we tried to figure this out—he was baptized, but doesn’t even know the name of his godfather, and never even got to Confirmation.
Looking around the Parish we’re at now, though, I notice there are enough little kids for me to share sheepish grins with other parents on a regular basis. The crying room is regularly full enough to require spare chairs. In spite of having a Sat. evening Mass.
Sure, about half of the kids seem to be there with their grandmothers—and I only make that call when someone is REALLY obviously old. There are a couple more that are only with one parent or the other—the parent varies with some kids, even, so I’m guessing military.
Doesn’t matter. The number of kids being raised in the faith is WAY higher than when we were kids. Hopefully, that means my daughters and any future kids will actually be able to find godparents for their kids from their social group.