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Visit to the Past
April 19, 2006 | Category: Mother to the First Power
OK (I write, as I nibble some MORE chocolate)... so the flip of going to hell is?
No, too easy.
But I did take Bear and CD to the Cathedral for Easter services. I hadn't been back in almost 10 years, since I quit.
I'd forgotten how beautiful the place is. Breathtaking.
It was Bear's first Communion. We practiced on Friday, the whole kaboodle. Time came, we got in line and up we went.
Priest gave Bear the wafer. He forgot to say "Amen", but being such a great kid he did say "Thank You".
He cupped the wafer in his hands all the way back to the pew. Finally, he looked left. Looked right. And nibbled it.
And immediately spit it out.
"Mommy!" Bear announced in a loud whisper. "This thing is NOT yummy!"
I practically laughed the wine out my nose.
CD was a certified angel. He tood Bear out a couple of times as the service drifted on for about an hour and a half. (Bear's internal "We're done" buzzer went off at 45 minutes.) The orchestra, choir, pagentry all entraced him for a bit but then he bagan to squirm mightily.
And when the lady behind us began to sing very loudly and off-key, poor Bear just about lost it. He has an incredible sensistivity for key and pitch -which he does NOT get from us - and CD swooped him out before our favorite red-headed critic actually turned around and said something. (And he would have.)
After services, I gave the guys a 2-cent tour. Secret gardens and passage ways and the elevator to my old office. It was all very nostalgic and somewhat lost in time. I felt detached for most of it, and then suddenly would realize I was misting up.
"Mommy!" Bear asked, marching down a hallway lined with photographs. "Do you know these people?"
"Some," I told him. Pointing out the Bishop, a few priests. Bear reached up and touched the frames and I lifted him into my arms for a hug.
Then we made our way out into the spring drizzle. Back to the car. Back to Dee's for lunch. Back to the now.
Although I will admit a bit of me is still there. Lost in ....