I frequently refer to my kids as heathens. All in good jest. Or in brutal honesty. Maybe a bit of both? With a daddy who scorns organized religion and a mama who is a cradle Catholic but feels vomicious at the thought of emotionally and financially supporting a church who does not call the police for child abusers to be arrested, it is easy to say we are not church going people.
However, we have our own brand of spirituality at our house and my "church" is a long lived tradition of listening to Bob Marley at top volume on Sunday mornings. So when I realized it was 10am and I had been up for hours without listening to Bob Marley I got a bit panicky and made a huge exclamation about missing church.....which led to Henry saying he wanted to go to church.....which led to a very quick explanation that I was actually just talking about blaring Bob Marley.....which led to a confused look on the kid's face......which led to a quick offer to take him to church if he wanted to go.
The child has exclusively worn shorts since the weather has turned chilly. When I said he had to wear pants for the walk to church he hightailed it to his room and put on the first pair of pants he saw.
Excited is an understatement.
No surprise that Liza was immediately excited about attending church. Her excitement was visible through her willingness to brush her hair without any drama or postponement.
Right on time we walked one block to the Catholic Church.
The kids dunked their entire arms in the holy water and we took our seats.
End of the pew.
Back row.
We lasted one song and half of a prayer.
On the walk home Liza picked up a yellow ginkgo biloba leaf and proclaimed it her "magic leaf".
"How was church?"
Henry said church was great.
Liza said her magic leaf didn't work because she couldn't fly.
And I said I was glad to be home to finally listen to my Bob Marley.
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