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At God’s Table

As I think I have mentioned before, Toughie was in classes for his First Communion this year. The Mass was on Saturday, and everything went wonderfully. I was a puddle of goo watching him at the altar rail, receiving Communion for the first time, and we all enjoyed a lovely luncheon afterwards.

The day before, the Pastor of our church spoke to the kids about how important this day is to the Faithful. He used as an example the Emperor Napoleon. Apparently, he was asked on his deathbed what he considered the best day of his life. Was it when he conquered this kingdom or that kingdom? When he won this or that battle? No, he replied, the best day of his life was the first time he received Holy Communion.  (Not to be cynical, but it was pretty clear his life was kind of on the downhill by the time he was on his deathbed.) Either way, it’s a good example of how important this moment should be.

Do kids “get it” that this is such a monumental milestone? I don’t think I did when I was his age. That’s probably why other denominations don’t put quite the emphasis on the First Communion that we do, nor do they insist it happen at such a young age. But that’s not why we do it now. They get it now so that they “get” that it’s important and because the mere act of getting it helps them to “get it” more as they get older. I hope that makes sense. It makes sense to me. I just… get it.

Here’s to the spiritual feast– may we always find abundance in ourselves and in each other.

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Let’s get this show on the road…

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We’re a week away from Lent, folks! It’s actually a skosh late this year as compared to last year, so it shouldn’t spring up on anyone. It never “springs up” on us, to be honest: I attend a Traditional Latin Mass chapel, and there are three Sundays before Ash Wednesday that illustrate and discuss Lent. My brother-in-law called it “pre-gaming Lent,” which is just silly enough to be memorable but not offensive. 

As a kid, it was all about giving something up: bubble gum, candy. My parents never kept much of either around anyway, so it wasn’t a big deal. In college I learned about other options: adding prayer, doing community service. My mind was blown at the idea of giving up something that wasn’t food, let alone this other stuff (I gave up cursing– I had acquired quite the potty mouth! Not a good move for a prospective teacher). 

Now that I’m a grown-up (and no, I didn’t type that with a straight face), I not only have to worry about my own Lenten discipline, but that of my children– kids who I think should have a better sense of what Lent means than I did at their age. The Hubs and I discussed how religious complacency has settled in: Mass, Sunday School for Toughie, who will be receiving First Communion in May… but that’s about it. 

I don’t do New Year’s Resolutions only in January: I do them in August, in preparation for the new school year (I started as a teacher, but I find it’s important to do them as a parent of school-age children); I do them in November, when Advent begins a new liturgical year; and I do them before Lent begins. I have done the 40 bags in 40 days Challenge, and while it’s been fun and effective, I’ve been fluttering with FlyLady since the New Year to the point where it’s not much of a sacrifice for me to ditch clutter. In fact, most of my vices–cursing included– are not so integrated into my life that giving them up is much of a sacrifice… the downside of not having an addictive personality, if ever there was one.And I am not interested in the Lenten crafty item– I have enough artwork from the kids as it is! 

What I do plan to emphasize this year is the balance of fasting and feasting. So we’ll have a Mardi Gras “party” next Tuesday. We’ll be ok with the “Sunday Rule” (honestly– something I had never heard of as a kid!), We’ll probably get together for St. Patrick’s Day. Then the days of limited TV or no dessert don’t seem like punishment but the trade-off they are meant to be. 

For more info, and maybe some suggestions, check out my fave homeschooling mama

Here’s to raising children in the traditions we hold dear, rather than dragging them through rules and regulations kicking and screaming.

Zero to Hero, Day 21

Today’s assignment: publish a post inspired by your post from Day 19, and publicize it on one or more of your social networks.

I publicize on Facebook and Twitter already, each time I post. And I don’t know if my Day 19 post ‘inspired’ me all that much other than to make me giggle. 

But I will mention here (as I did in a reply to one of my own posts) that the picture ‘inspired’ a negative comment. I have the power of moderation, and used it. As I said the other day– I want to maintain a reputation of being positive.

That being said, I’m happy to report that I’ve actually caught up with the Zero to Hero Assignments (I’m having trouble activating the ‘Zero to Hero’ badge, but I’ll get it in the next week, I’m sure). I’ve found a lot of great blogs (and some really strange ones…) and have really come to enjoy this blogging thing. My dream is to someday have a post go viral, and to that end I have followed a couple blogs that had been passed along on my Facebook. Perhaps I can learn from them in terms of style and subject.

Here’s to standing on the shoulders of giants!

So very appropriate… (Zero to Hero, Day 19)

So very appropriate... (Zero to Hero, Day 19)

Today’s assignment: publish a post using a format you’ve never used before.

I loved this picture so much that I want to save it in my little corner of Teh Interwebz. And it’s so true: Pope Francis says things that are not the least bit radical, but because the world wants to hear him say something different from his predecessors, they interpret them to mean what they want it to mean. If that gets more people listening, then that’s great. But I fear folks will be very disappointed.

Zero to Hero, Day 16: Off like a prompt dress!

Today’s assignment: publish a post based on your own, personalized take on today’s Daily Prompt.

Well, let’s ‘ave a butcher’s at the Daily Prompt, shall we?

Do you have a reputation? What is it, and where did it come from? Is it accurate? What do you think about it?

Woah.

I’d like to think that I have a good reputation, a positive one. I try to project that out to the blogosphere. I’m a mom, and I’ve already posted about finding Mom negativity a major turn-off. I’m Catholic, and I recognize that some folks are much more willing to seek negativity in religion in order to disparage religiosity. There have been times where I have been told, “All Catholics are [bigoted, angry, snobbish]… except for you.” I want a chance to tell them, “I’m the norm– please look at us again, more closely. See what we are, and not what you want to see.”

My biggest concern moving forward is that I get trapped with the reputation for being less than a great teacher. I was laid off from teaching jobs three different times in four years, though no fault of my own. But I will have to answer to that when it comes time to re-enter the workforce proper. And don’t even get me started on all the professional development I’m missing out on by not being in a classroom right now. There’s a very good chance that my career in education is effectively over, and to a certain extent I feel as though it never started. 

So no– that part of my reputation, if indeed it exists, is not accurate. And that pisses me off. So now I’m trying to parlay my expertise into something more useful.

Here’s to doing the best with what I’ve got, where I am.

Don’t you use your alliterations on me!

(A thousand points to the three people who get the Monty Python reference…)

I can’t explain why, but I have a visceral reaction to the phrase “Meatless Monday.” I hear it all the time, from people who treat the idea of not eating meat one day a week as a novel, health- and eco-conscious idea that was invented in the past five years or so. Black bean burgers, soy cheese pizza, and all sorts of complicated compilations of leafy greens are touted as some amazingly hip idea. 

Now might be a good time to out myself… I’m a cradle Catholic. Married another cradle Catholic. And we made four more Catholics in their cradles. I’m not here to talk about being the Catholic mother– I can direct you to other blogs that are definitely of that bent if you prefer– but sometimes people get sensitive about such things. So I’ll pause here if you decide to leave.

 

 

 

You’re still here? Oh, good.

 

My family is pretty big on the meatless thing, and we have been for quite some time; in fact, the hubs has been adhering to the suggestion all his life. And it is a suggestion; no one is going to hell for a hamburger.

Some of you might be thinking, “Yeah whatevs, I knew about the Friday Lent whatchamacallit.” But I’m talking about Every. Friday. All. Year. (I’m a little lax during the Easter season, though.) In case you didn’t know, this practice was pretty much a given prior to 1962. It was never taken off the books, so to speak, and the hubs grew up with the practice. I don’t mind keeping it up. So when I hear about Meatless Monday, my response is: “Fish on Friday!”

Fish is not for everyone. My husband grew up on pizza and macaroni & cheese every Friday. That’s just not how I roll. Tonight’s dinner was tuna burgers. They went over with the kids much better than I had expected. (They were like crab cakes, but with canned tuna. I’m not forcing my kids to eat rare ahi steaks!) 

I may never get over the Meatless Monday fad; but here’s hoping my family is always okay with the Meatless Friday tradition.