I’m Just Not that Catholic

Written By: Kim - Feb• 01•12

Last week, on 23 January, the March for Life continued it’s annual protest of the 1973 Supreme Court case Roe v. Wade. When I made it to DC’s Union Station to take the commuter train home, there were multitudes of crowds. I even ran in to a good friend of mine who was taking the bus back home to our parish. It’s not unusual to see families riding the commuter train back home from either a regular site seeing day or a protest/march. So, I stumbled upon a middle aged mom with four children who were enjoying a late lunch.

After we spoke briefly about the VRE back home, someone that she new entered in to our area. This mom and her three children had also been at the March for Life. This woman couldn’t have been more than 30 and her oldest looked no older than 10. She wore no makeup and an oversize poncho-type sweater. But, she was also pregnant so I will cut her some slack for looking like Betty Suarez did when “Ugly Betty” first aired. Except Betty had on makeup.

The DC weather in January is always sketchy. Who remembers when President Obama was sworn in? DC weather might be bitter cold, rainy, cold and rain, windy or a combination of all of these. Or, it could just be sunny and decent for winter weather. On 23 January 2012 it was mid 40s with rain. An icky day for a protest no matter the cause. But marchers show up regardless.

The young mother got in to a conversation about the weather and how the Supreme Court justices should know how dedicated the marchers were to seeing Roe v. Wade overturned because they always show up no matter the weather. Ok, I’ll buy that. Marchers and protesters show their passion for the issue.

But then she said something that I will never agree with: that God had allowed the rain so the Supreme Court justices would know how dedicated the Right to Life Marchers were about overturning this court case. She then inferred that the protestors were being punished via the rain. For what? Original sin?

I am sick of some Catholics bearing this guilt cross. Yes, I know. We can’t seem to let it go. It’s part of our culture; our dogma. Can’t we celebrate God differently? Yes. Should we embrace our roots, so to speak? Yes. Are any of us worthy of God? Not really. Are your children really suffering in the rain at at Right to Life March because Eve at that stupid apple? No.

How about embracing your walk with God in a positive way, not propelled by guilt and original sin? Although I attend church on a regular basis and try to walk with God as Christians should, I guess I am just not that Catholic. I don’t let guilt impact how I worship God.

A Birthday Legacy

Written By: Kim - Sep• 01•11

Today is my birthday and if I can make the arrangements, I take the day off from work.

After I had breakfast with my husband, I hit the gym for yoga. My daughter wondered, the night before, why I would go to the gym on my birthday. She said I should do something fun. I reminded her that in order to have many more healthy birthdays, regular exercise was part of the plan. And, I planned to do something fun later.

Part of my "something fun" birthday: pedi/mani for me and Abby.

While yoga moves are the same in every language, what moves each instructor exposes you to are different. As usual, I was not disappointed to learn something new.

As with any yoga class, we closed with relaxation. She asked us to envision a jewel or crystal and the light and warmth it emitted. I admit that visualization has never really worked for me. This was part of the Lamaze child birth strategy class we took before my oldest child was born. Despite the beautiful beach sunset picture we had in the delivery room, I could only get through contractions by breathing, groaning and squeezing the hell out of my husband’s hands. And, I made it through both births of my children without drugs, but that is another blog post for another time.

While in yoga, I pictured something like the Hope Diamond (if you’re going to visualize, visualize big). Then I realized that it really didn’t matter. Inanimate objects do not add value to our lives. What matters are my family, friends and colleagues. So, instead of visualizing a priceless object, I visualized the most priceless people in my life: my children. All of the adjectives that the yoga instructor used were some of what we see, I hope, when we really see our children: light, energy, warmth.

People become parents for a lot of reasons. Sometimes parenting is a thankless job. Sometimes your heart bursts with joy and love at this person you are sharing a life with. Other times children break your heart. You laugh because you are so happy and at other times wonder what in the hell you were thinking when you decided to bring another life in to the world. You begin to question why you thought you were qualified to be a parent. You watch “19 Kids and Counting” and wonder why you aren’t more like Michelle Duggar. That woman should be sainted and she’s not even Catholic.

But then you realize that you acted on faith. You had faith that you could do this; that God would provide and that your heart had room for more. You created another life because you could not imagine your life without children. All the negatives about parenting fall away and you realize that this is your legacy. The only one that matters.

So, here’s to many more fun, healthy birthdays, faith and a long legacy. No one said it would be easy.