Baptism

Last Sunday Ben and I went to the baptism of my friend Katie's daughter, Kaylee. It was held at her childhood church, in the town where we grew up, and it was a mass specifically held for baptism. There were five other babies besides Kaylee getting baptized that day, and I actually knew two other parents there who were in my high school graduating class.

Watching the service, watching the 8th grade kid I sat next to in Spanish baptizing his second child, a chubby boy, and watching Katie, whom I have known since my sophomore year in high school, baptize her firstborn daughter, it was a shock to realize that my generation has stepped up to take on the mantle of old traditions. Back in 8th grade Spanish the traditions weren't ours to control. But now that we have become parents ourselves, we now have the opportunity and the responsibility to create and uphold what we see The Right Way for our children. It kind of boggles my mind that it is our turn now. Even though by all markers I am very much an adult, I still don't feel old enough to be a homeowner, a mother, a credit card holder. It boggles my mind that I am in a demographic that can do something, except now it seems I am mostly too tired.