Daniel was baptized today. It was a beautiful ceremony, though a little sloppy… probably woulda come out better if we had rehearsed it first. No wonder people do wedding rehearsals. My sister didn’t and that’s why we messed up on so many things… ROFL.
Anyway, back to the point. Daniel was baptized into the Catholic church today, so he is officially Catholic. I know most people (my old self included) think it’s better to let kids grow up agnostic, or multi-religious or whatever, and make up their minds when they’re older. But I read an article that kids who grow up with religion, ANY religion, are less likely to have mood disorders when they’re older and tend to have more open minds. It does make sense in a way. I mean, if you believe in something greater than yourself, it’s easier to get through a crisis. Anywho, I’ve had religion in my life and in many ways I think it’s made me a better person, and my faith is important to me (though something I don’t usually talk about), and I wanna share it with my child.
If he grows up to be buddhist or (God forbid!) scientologist or whatever, it’ll be his choice. But I want him to believe in SOMEthing.
Afterwards the family got together for a barbecue at my place. I’m eternally grateful to my mom, who was mostly responsable for getting the thing up and going. I had the idea, and planned it, and sent out invitations… but when it came to actually COOKING, and setting up everything, I was either breastfeeding or burping or changing or putting someone down for a nap… you get the picture.
Now I’m pretty tired and it’s hot as hell, so I’m going to bed.
Friends/bookmarks… I promise I WILL get to you tomorrow.
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