Yes, that's me, Catholic. I don't flaunt it, I don't defend it, debate it, etc. I'm just Catholic. Our daughter is 7 and that means next year she will be making her First Holy Communion as her father and I both did around that age. We go to the classes because she attends the school that has a bus that drives by our house in the morning.
At these classes, there is a parent class for the parents of children preparing for this event. I've met two friends on Mondays. I look forward to seeing them and they look forward to my lively debate and razzing of our volunteer teacher. Last night we spent the evening with the two families from the classes.
One is transplant from Scotland. She's a riot and has four lovely children. The other is a native Oregonian with two children. It was total chaos. Glad it was her house.
The moms spent the evening beading. They had never done it before, and I'm always looking for new victims to drag into my OCD hobbies. The more I gather, the more normal I feel. They were lured into my web of beads, wires, tools and little plastic containers. The pretty colors, textures and possibilities were too much for them to resist and the dove in with both feet, err hands.
Rule 1: Any color goes.
Rule 2: The rosaries had to match "real" ones with the proper count of beads.
Rule 3: Pick it up if you spill it.
The results were amazing and beautiful. The girls were so touched by their mothers' thoughts, considerations and efforts. It was a memory we all made together. My children and I were honored to be a part of this celebration with our new friends.
Wow! I remember the Rosaries from when I made my First Holy Communion in second grade. The boys had black, and the girls had white. Plastic. On a string. No wonder I was so bored with church back then.
Posted by: Sheriff Mary from the Prairie | April 04, 2010 at 12:54 PM
Beautiful!
Posted by: judy | April 16, 2009 at 05:33 PM