I am relatively new to the world of blogging…well I have been blog-stalking for a while but am relatively new to blogging myself. One of the blogs I have been stalking, The Infertility Cross, has recently started “Round Up” discussions. It works like this…The Infertility Cross posts a topic, blogs about it herself and then invites others to blog about the same topic. Those who blog about the topic are asked (but not required) to comment in The Infertility Cross blog comment section that they have participated. A summary of who has participated will be posted. Sounds like a great way to stop blog stalking and get to know fellow bloggers!
Do you come from a Catholic family? Were you raised Catholic? Was there a time when stepped away from the Catholic Church? If you converted to Catholicism, what made you do so?
My Mom grew up Catholic and my Dad grew up Lutheran. This fact did not sit well with either set of my Grandparents and it was clear that if my Dad wished to marry my Mom he had to convert to Catholicism. Which he did, however, his parents were less than thrilled, so much so that his Dad almost didn’t go to the wedding. (I just realized I’ve never talked with my parents about this conversion – it was just sort of a known fact. I can’t wait to talk with them about this though!)
Growing up we attended Mass every Sunday, unless you were on your deathbed! Even on vacation we would find a Catholic church and be sure to go to Mass. I was baptized as an infant. In elementary school, I received First Communion, in the same dress my sister and Mom wore. Then in High School I was Confirmed. I attended CCD classes through my Junior year and once I was confirmed my parents required me to somehow serve the Church my senior year so a friend and I taught Sunday school during our Senior year.
I remember in high school going to Mass on a Saturday night in my cheerleading uniform (because we had a football game almost immediately after Mass let out) and after Mass a little old lady sitting behind me poked me in the shoulder and asked “Don’t you know how to dress for Mass?” I promptly replied, “Well at least I’m here!” (Granted the skirt was quite short and looking back I probably could have worn my warm up pants underneath.)
I am going to be completely honest here, growing up I went because I had to. I never really got much out of Mass or CCD classes and when I went off to college I loved the freedom of not HAVING to go every week. So through most of college I didn’t go unless I was home visiting my family. For a short time I did start attending a Lutheran church my freshman year with one of my friends until my Mom found out and was “so disappointed in me”. there were numerous reasons I started going to the Lutheran services with my friend: a. it was someone to go with, b. my entire Dad's side o the family was Lutheran so it couldn't be so bad and I wanted to check it out, c. it was a way to rebel against my Mom and d. In my mind again, at least I was going to a Christian service and I believed in God so what did it matter.
For many years after college I continued to rarely go to Mass because I didn’t feel it was right to go because I had to but rather I should go because I wanted to. My train of thought was “God knows I believe. I have my own relationship with him. Why do I have to go to some building every week?” I also hated to go to Mass alone. Which, looking back, I think all of those were easy rationales for me to skip going.
In my late 20s when I moved from my college town to my current one I became good friends with a girl who would go to Mass semi-regularly and get me to go with her. And over the past few years I have started to want to grow and work on my faith and belief in the Catholic Church. It was always important for my future husband to be Catholic and to get married in the Catholic Church. (My husband did grow up Catholic and like me “had” to go every weekend, and again, like me, once he was out of his parents’ house he rarely went because he enjoyed the freedom of not having to go.) When we have kids it is my dream to send them to Catholic school and hope that they do not grow up as I did…almost resenting Church. I hope to talk with them about our religion and the importance of going to Mass and not just demand it.
Again, I am going to be completely honest, my faith is not near as strong as most of you blogger ladies but I am working on it!