I came from a mixed marriage, when it comes to religion. My Papa was an Episcopal Baptist while Mama was your traditional Catholic. Due to my Lola Con's insistence, Papa had to 'convert' to be able to marry mom in Catholic rites in 1971.
Growing up, we were never a complete 'family' when it came to going to church as Papa eventually reverted back to being a Protestant. My sister and I were baptized as Catholics and went to the traditional all girl school. Our situation was different and I didn't mind.
It was no surprise and no major adjustment to me that I got to marry a man of different faith too. Dad was a Presbyterian Baptist (makes me wonder how many kinds are there) and I refused to convert just so I could get married. We did via a Christian ceremony though since it allowed me, to remain as such.
When Busy Boy was born, Dad was adamant that he be not baptized but be dedicated instead. I was sad and bummed at first but the hubby had my father as an ally so.. I got my way however when I enrolled BB in a Catholic school for boys.
Every 2nd grade, the boys in school are administered their First Communion Rites. I am happy that Busy Boy got to experience this and I hope that this will help him grow with the Lord. The rites were simple and touching and the boys moving at a snappy pace placed a lot of smiles to the our lips. Its like they trained in the army as they stood and sat in unison. 2-A had their ceremony with 2-J.
Another smilestone hurdled :)
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