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I’ll End Up a Better Catholic, Anyway

Just recently, the girls were curled up on the couch together (I KNOW.  It happens!), playing.  They were pretending that their stuffed animals were their children, which was just the cutest thing to overhear.  I was sitting on a chair nearby, comforting a red-faced, bleary-eyed Cian who has been teething since basically the day he was born, so I was in a perfect spot to eavesdrop.  Then Saoirse leaned over in my direction. “Mom, I’m going to have three children.  Their names are going to be Kenna, Helen, and Sarah.” Then: “Quinn, when I have my babies you can come over every day to see them.  Okay?  You’ll visit every day.” And then: “And Mom, you can visit, too.”  SK was quiet for a moment, thinking before she continued.  “But…you’ll be a grown-up.  When you’re a grown-up, will you be in heaven?” Dear Lord, I thought, hopefully not that soon.  I assured her that I would be here (gulp) to see visit her children as often as she’d like, and that I wouldn’t go…

Santa, Could You Fit That Living Room Set in My Stocking?

So, David and I feel that it’s our responsibility as parents to try to raise our girls with faith and some solid core values.  We thought we were doing a decent enough job for this stage in the child-rearing game:  taking SK to mass, saying Grace before meals and prayers before bed, discussing some basics of God and Jesus, etc. here and there.  We thought, okay, we’re on the right track.  We’re raising these girls the way we should. But if our little foray into holiday preparations is telling me anything, we’re failing miserably.  Two little scenarios have occurred recently to make me think that we need to up the ante on the whole reason-for-the-Christmas-season conversations with our dear Saoirse.  The first clue was when, last week, Saoirse and I were eating lunch while paging through a new holiday catalog that had arrived that day.  At one point, Saoirse gestured at the catalog and asked me if “Santa Claus lives in there.”  Whoo, boy, I thought.  Thaaat’s not good.  Yes, Virginia, there is a Santa Claus.  And he lives in Pottery Barn Kids…