Laura Kelly Fanucci
Sacrament, interrupted
I jostle one boy on my hip and nudge the other a step closer to the front of the line. Herding cats, I think as he wanders into the neighboring line of communion-goers.
...The taste of memory
We celebrated both sons’ baptism anniversaries a few weeks back. Their days are only a fortnight apart, so in the blur of busy schedules we set aside a single night to celebrate and remember.
As I was setting the table for their special dinner, my son snatched his baptism candle out of its holder and playfully held it in front of his mouth as if to bite. Coyly offering one of his beloved kidisms, he teased: “Does it taste?”
Here comes everybody
How could I help but notice? She flapped her fingers in front of her face as the choir sang, waving her hands spastically, tilting her head to the tune....
Stubborn alleluias
A few days before Lent, I sat my son down for a serious conversation over crackers.
“So buddy, Lent starts on Wednesday. Lent is a time when we get ready
for Easter. And during Lent we don’t sing Alleluia. So we’re not going
to sing Alleluia for a while.”
His sea-blue eyes sparkled up at mine. His milk-smeared mouth turned
up at the corners, and he cocked his head full of curls to one side.
“Should we sing Alleluia?” he cooed.