For every story about clueless, entitled parents allowing their unruly brats to terrorize the ushers and throw jelly beans at the pastor, there are ten stories about dour parishioners sending exhausted parents a very clear message: that the Church has no place for families, and that God can only be worshipped in tomblike silence. And guess what? Parents get the message, and they and their kids leave for good. Tomblike indeed.
So. I suppose you’ll go ahead and tell your sad stories in the comments section anyway, but it won’t be a good use of your time. I’ve been a Catholic all my life, and I’ve seen it all. I’ve been annoyed and outraged and scandalized at the things some parents let their kids (and themselves) do at Mass. Some people really do behave badly. It happens.
And none of that is the point.