What a fantastic weekend.
I went out of town to attend my nephew’s baptism. A. is my FIRST nephew ever… who knew I could love a tiny human as much as I love this tiniest of humans. He is my blessing.
I am a lapsed catholic. However, I am a lapsed MEXICAN catholic which makes me more catholic than most church-going catholics (HA!). I love the ritual of catholicism, but the Vatican’s thoughts on almost everything including queers, reproduction etc…. not so much. Going to church over the last 20 years has been sporadic, mostly for weddings, funerals, the occasional quinceneras and yesterday for the first time a baptism.
I almost always forget the ornateness of most catholic churches. One of the things I absolutely love about the physical institutions, is that they are built to make you feel closer to your higher power. This church where A. got baptized was no different.
My life has been filled with so much joy as of late. Opportunities, people and life experiences have been raining down upon me at such a quick rate it feels almost overwhelming…almost. Walking into church yesterday, its reverent hushed tones, the candles burning, the basilica-like dome with beautiful and ornate paintings was enough to make me stop and take a breath. I was sitting on one of those damned hard pews waiting for the baptism to begin and I could feel my heart bursting for all that has been given to me, for the path I have taken and for the knowing to always follow my life. It was such a profound moment for me.
But enough of about me… tee hee hee. The baptism started and A. was an absolutely doll through the whole thing. His parents smiling so hard and A. cooing as he took in all of his surroundings. His poor madrina could hardly keep him still. As I watched him, I thought about how his life was just beginning. His adventure, the story of his life and loves was about to be written. I felt such an intense need to grab him, hold him close and tell him all the secrets I know. To let him know how amazing his mother is and how much his father would protect him forever. I wanted to tell him how his life would bloom and how everyone in that church was rooting for him to have a beautiful life. However, tackling the madrina probably would have been bad form 
The baptism was over in a blink of an eye. But isn’t that how it is…the most extraordinary moments pass us by at the speed of light. Moments turning into memories in an instant. Leaving us with only a fragment of our collective histories to keep us company in the years to come.
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May 18th, 2008
Categories: Mi Vida Loca . Author: Miz Chris . Comments: No Comments
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