When I was young my worst fear was that I would become a nun. Actually, my worst was spiders (and still is) and the second was being a nun. I felt really guilty about this. I was always told that you had to do what God wanted you to do, even if it wasn't something you thought you wanted. Even as a seven year old, I took that to heart. I started feeling guilty that I didn't want to be a nun and I thought maybe God would erase the plan he had for me and pencil in "nun" just because I was so against it. One day, I couldn't take the guilt anymore (I never could. Once I said "bad words"--probably "shut up"-- under my blankets so no one would hear and had to confess immediately). I still confess things right away (once I tried to trick Tom into eating vegetarian "chicken" and I confessed before he even tried it; he liked it). Where was I? Right, confessing that I didn't want to be a nun.
In complete seriousness, at seven years old, I sat my mom down in my bedroom and told her my fear. I told her that I wanted to wear makeup and pretty clothes and do my hair. I also told her I didn't like the shoes that the nuns wore (I have an uncle who is a monk--cool, right? It is, and recently before this whole ordeal took place we had met a few nuns with said shoes). Shallow? Of course, but I was 7 so let's forgive it, shall we?
I remember a faint smirk on her face, she quickly hid it and told me I didn't need to worry. That God wouldn't force me to do something that wasn't "me." And then she let me in on a little secret: you have to be catholic to be a nun (this is not entirely accurate, but for the sake of the story, let's go with it, 7-year-old Amy wouldn't have sat still for the nitty gritty). I was free! For the first time in my life I was ecstatic not to be catholic (all of my best friends were catholic and I always wanted to be catholic too. So bad. So bad that I went to CCD for fun a few times. I think it all started with the first communion dresses. I was pissed I didn't get to wear one.)
You do not know the joy I felt when I realized I was not "doomed" to the nunnery. One of the best days of my life. Right behind marrying Tom and having Carter; both of which I could have never done had I become a nun. Thank God!
5 comments:
I seriously thought you were about to announce that you were going to a convent...needless to say, I was very confused!
This was a super cute story though!!
very funny story...i like when your said you sat your parents down and told them that you don't like the shoes that nuns wear, lol.
Adorable! I was the same way about confessing as a kid!
Ahahah! This is hilarious! I just discovered your blog tonight and am definitely subscribing! :P
Nice to "meet" you. :)
Haha - this is awesome. After going to Catholic school for 4 years of high school and going on vacation with the sisters at least 3 times, I'd like to report back that it does seem like a pretty awesome life though - I found the liquor cabinet, they took their habits off to ride The Tower of Terror and some rollarcoasters in Universal, and they still do the cha cha slide at dance parties. Definitely looking forward to exploring your blog (stopped by from la vita e Bella), happy Thursday!!
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