Well, God didn’t waste anytime letting me know how hard it is going to be to raise your kids Catholic. I thought I had at least till the age of thirteen. Nope. It has already started and our daughter hasn’t even turned 3 months.
A few weekends ago we did the dutiful Catholic thing and got our baby baptized. We had the white gown —that I wore for my baptism and my mom had to use every method under the sun to get the stains of five baptisms out— we had the family and friends and a reception planned for afterwards. It didn’t matter though, because I will forever remember the screams that prevented me from feeling the peace and serenity of this important first Sacrament.
We already knew babies can be unpredictable and we tried to plan her feedings/naps for her Baptismal day to ensure a smooth sailing. We didn’t expect her to sleep the entire mass, to all of a sudden wake up and be STARVING —usually she is a happy bubbly baby for the first twenty minutes she wakes up— two minutes into her Baptism she starts screaming. I knew she was hungry, but I couldn’t feed her in that situation, and we just had to try and district her for those 15 minutes of which I heard nothing of.
Contemplating about the day afterwards made me realize that this is something I am going to see throughout my child’s life. I can read her bible stories and say her prayers with her. We can take her to mass on Sundays and put her in Catholic schools, but this is no guarantee that the ride to faith will be a smooth one. She probably wont want to go to mass some days, she may stop praying or believing all together. All we can do, as her parents, is to teach, model and pray for her, in the end trusting that God will help her reach Heaven.