The day started with our daughter opening up the small jewelry box we had gotten her, revealing what was hidden inside. Today is a big deal for her and we wanted to make it special. The girls bought new dresses. Dad even bought a new suit and looked pretty damn good (humble too). My wife and the girls went to get their hair done all fancy. Today was a milestone day. We all knew it. It was the day one Jewish dad’s daughter was being accepted as a member of the Catholic Church.
It’s no secret we have a mixed marriage of cultures and religion in our home. My wife and I have always vowed to let the kids believe what they want and when they want. My oldest daughter has put her faith in the church and that’s OK. Months ago she came to us and asked about attending Sunday school. She learned about the ways of the church. She prepared and studied. Today was a graduation of sorts, the day she officially became a member of the church community.
Am I apprehensive? No. Am I conflicted? No. We gave our daughter the road map and she is charting her own course. So I followed her to the front of the church leading the way in her little white dress and veil. She took the wafer. Then she drank the wine. I’m guessing church wine tastes a lot like manischewitz wine because she winced a little. I followed behind and the priest even threw a blessing my way… I’ll take it. All the while I knew I had just watched my gal cross another bridge.
Long ago when the wife and I got married, we hung a traditional Jewish wedding certificate in our home. It was tailor made for a couple with mixed religions. In it, we promised to “establish a home for ourselves and our children shared by our respective heritages … a loving home dedicated to peace, hope, and respect for all people”.. Today our daughter opened the small jewelry box we had gotten her.. to reveal the small chain, and a little silver dove.