So while I was staring at the floor trying to come up with an intelligent way of saying, "I don't know: what do YOU think?" Steve goes, "Are you gonna baptize your baby?" while staring a hole into the desk in front of him.
[heavy sigh] "Yup," I said.
"Because it's a nice tradition. And I would rather guide--or offer to guide--her through the nuances of a horribly flawed religion while she's young rather than leave it up to some other potentially scary person years from now."
[without judgment] "hmm."
What I didn't say was that I was TRYING to get around to planning the christening that fall--at least get a date on the calendar and get it scheduled with the church. Maybe for January? or February at the latest.
Yeah, right: Try May.
By the time the post-partum fog lifted and I didn't feel like a hopeless, leaking drifter inside my own life, the best date I could get with my family was May 14: Mother's Day.
It worked out perfectly.
|My mom made a gorgeous blanket for the occasion.|
|This is the same V-stitch blanket I've made for a bunch of my friends. My mom combined two different borders--the rosebuds and the scalloped lace shells--from two different patterns to finish it.|
|Not the priest--my uncle.|
|PERFECT WEATHER--unheard of in these parts.|
|That's my christening gown, pulled out of retirement after 33 years.|
|All decorated for Mother's Day|
|With my godparents|
|My skirt is from this post four years ago ...|
|Ron's best friend, Jeff, served as godfather.|
|Blue Moon Baby drew me a picture.|
|She lost a shoe and slept through the whole thing.|
|This is me trying my best NOT to grab the baby back from Ron while knocking him out of the way. Do not ask me how/why I was NOT the parent holding her for this part. Still not sure how that happened. But Ron looked really happy so I didn't interfere.|
|Of course, Leslie was godmother. I'll spare you the story of how we managed to get the paperwork legitimizing her as Catholic.|
|And now ...|
|... the same photo ...|
|... over and over ...|
|... with all different people. (Gotcha, Owen!)|
|Swapped out my mom for Sam.|
|Not a bad first Mother's Day.|