So Little Miss made her First Communion last Saturday, and she was gorgeous. It isn’t that she isn’t always beautiful, but this was the gorgeous in the dressed up all fancy so you say “wow” kind of gorgeous. In fact, when my dad arrived, he asked where she was – in all seriousness – because he didn’t recognize his own granddaughter who he sees three or so times a week when she was standing right with us.
That said, I’m not sure she’s ready to commit her life to a nunnery. It just isn’t her, and that’s ok. We joke that Mister Man is Father Mister Man because he takes religion so seriously and loves it and so enjoys being an altar boy and more. Her? Not so much.
Each child making First Communion was to create a banner at the last retreat that would hang on the assigned pew. The banner was to represent how they felt about making their First Communion. Apparently Little Miss didn’t get that message.
When I first saw her banner, we were already at the church the night before for rehearsal. It was a little late for me to do anything about it, but I asked if she noticed that it was upsidedown. Yeah, she said, I guess I wasn’t really paying attention to which end was up. (Now there’s the story of her life!) I nodded. She continued, So those are fangs on the cup are the evil wine cup that’s going to attack the church. And the grapes have been possessed by a bad ghost, and it’s teaming up with the evil wine cup to-” I cut her off there.
I sighed and asked if she knew what the banner was supposed to be for. She didn’t, apparently. Somehow, that completely escaped her. So while other kids have bibles they’ve made and banners where they’ve written a favorite verse and other appropriate things, Little Miss is once again her own unique self.
The good news is that the ceremony itself was beautiful. Everyone had the appropriate amount of reverence and respect, including Little Miss, who later admitted that she was excited to make her First Communion and happy that she can now join the rest of the family in taking the Host and wine.
That said, the second we arrived back at our house for the party, she started itching at her legs and asking when she could take off her dress. I told her she was fine to do so immediately, but my mom insisted that she stay in her finery so that my cousins could see her. As soon as she was released from her obligation to wear the white dress and veil, however, she returned to her natural habitat.
Oh this girl is going to go far….