Sunday, May 28, 2006
What Else Can Make a Catholic Mother Proud?
Yesterday, on the Feast of the Ascension, the DigiDaughter assisted at her first Mass as an altar server. I know that some out there are traditionalists who do not like the idea of girls donning the robe, but times have a-changed. My daughter was not nervous and did a great job. She wasn't sure how to tie her cincture, as the other two boys were double knotting theirs, but Fr. Mike showed her the "cool" way to do it, just as he had done as an altar boy, and she was ready. Afterwards, my girl said she liked helping at Mass and wants to keep doing this. Here's a picture of her waiting for the gifts to be brought up for the Liturgy of the Eucharist.
I thought she looked darling, what with the other two altar boys being quite tall, and here was this little blond dumpling about three heads below them in height, but I could be biased, what with being her mother and all . . .
I kvelled with pride seeing my daughter as an acolyte, if I may use a Yiddish word learned in my Bronx childhood days . . .
The DigiSon, however, was quite upset because he thought the robe was da bomb and wanted to be an altar boy, too. It's difficult to reason with a 5-year-old, and almost every Sunday he gets upset over the fact that he cannot receive Communion, despite our explanations that he has to be in "Sr. Michelle's class" (2nd grade) to do so. He asked me yesterday, tearfully, "Mom, when Jesus comes down from heaven and He's not invisble, can you ask Him to make me 8 so I can be an altar server?" I may well be raising the first American Pope . . .