I woke up this morning thinking about it being Palm Sunday. I was brought up in the Catholic Religion, and went to Catholic school from kindergarten through college. I went along with the program for quite a while, but as I got a little older I began to wonder about going through the motions of what made up the Mass: kneel, stand, genuflect, make the sign of the cross, say the same words every time. I lost interest, but continued on to please my parents. After marriage and children, I made an attempt to keep up the charade; but somewhere along the line I couldn’t convince myself to convince my kids that this was something they should do too. I let it go after four or five years of sending them to weekly catechism classes. I came to the realization that being a compassionate, and loving human being didn’t have to include going to a building every Sunday with a group of people. My husband and I had always taught our children that part, to be loving to everyone, to treat others as they would want to be treated, to be caring and compassionate, and that is what we emphasized as they grew up. Our children have become wonderful adults that we are proud of.
Photos by Angeline M