It’s been a while since I’ve assembled a list like this (two years!), so, inspired by my guilty confessions when I was on the Faith & Family Live Cast yesterday and in the spirit of Jen’s weekly Quick Takes, here goes:
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My family doesn’t pray the family rosary. It’s not that I don’t want to. It’s just that we…don’t. Guess you’ll have to listen to more of the conversation, but given some of the surprise that my family doesn’t, I thought I should mention it here, in public.
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When I grow up, I want to be a grandma. This isn’t the job description that I went to college to get degrees in, and I never even considered it viable until I had young children of my own. Whether or not I have biological grandchildren, when I’m gray enough, I plan to adopt them from other people. I think young children exist for grandparent-aged people to enjoy, or maybe my parents and my in-laws just have me hoodwinked.
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Nothing says “great dinner” to me like a big steak, baked sweet potato on the side and a salad with chipotle ranch dressing, from Long Horn. I know it’s not good for me. I don’t care. These are guilty confessions, after all! 🙂
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I don’t really like vegetables. There, I’ve said it. I used to operate under the assumption that I did, that I enjoyed eating healthy, but I have come to the realization recently that I don’t.
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My kids watch TV. Probably more than they should. (But we read lots of books too. And yes, I comfort myself with that.)
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Some weeks, we live out of laundry baskets. The clothes may or may not be folded. I may or may not feel guilty about this, depending on the week.
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I am not crafty, I don’t sew, and my creativity is limited to certain parameters that don’t involve coordination. Therefore, it should come as a great surprise at Christmas when unsuspecting family members receive homemade gifts. 🙂
The Quick Takes jackpot is over at Conversion Diary. Go check it out!
Guilty? Oh I hope not…who needs self-imposed guilt for being who we are?…lol. And a question: do we have to list OUR guilty confessions if we comment here? If so, well..never mind! 🙂
Oh no! No obligation for YOU to list YOURS. And you’re right. I guess, in a way, I was making fun of our use of the word “guilt” too…
Sarah, I’m glad I’m not the only one out there who wants to be a grandma. People look at me like I’m crazy. But if by a grandma you mean my kids are grown up, healthy, happily married, faithful Catholics who have a ton of children I can spoil and send home, then yes, that’s exactly what I want to be. 🙂
Shari, I think grandma-ing is the real reward of motherhood. They don’t have to be my kids’ kids (because of some struggles with infertility and such around us, you might say I have a heightened awareness of placing this pressure on them), but when I’m gray enough, I’m going to FIND KIDS TO SPOIL AND LOVE! 🙂 You and I can be the founders of the Grandma Club, yes? 🙂
Bless me Sarah for I have sinned… I have this lady blogger that I’ve developed a deep affection for… I like to tease her… to compliment her… to pay attention to her… I mean I’m happily married… and my wife knows about this. What penance do you think appropriate for a guilty person like me?
Deacon Tom, I don’t know. That’s pretty serious. Good thing your wife knows about it.
Did you know that I am neither a priest (so I can’t bless you) nor Abbey (so you can’t trust my advice as you can with some columnists)? Well, that’s my disclaimer to this comment.
So, all that said, I think only a trip to Ohio will make things better. Oh, and you’d better not forget your lovely bride OR the dogs. (I’m just sayin.)
Sarah,
I would gladly found a Grandma’s Club with you. I’m right down the road (well, kind of) in Indiana.
Shari
P.S. As a convert (9 years!) who has struggled with my relationship with Our Lady, your blog has really inspired me to restart a commitment to the Rosary. Thank you so much!
Indiana is pretty close, and of course you have the “Midwestern sensibility” so I’m sure our Grandma’s Club would include all the essentials, like warm footwear, high carb dessert type foods, and, well, rosaries. (Because Mary’s a grandma too, and imagine the cookies at HER house!)
Thanks for your kind words about my role in your rediscovery of the rosary. I can only point up and smile, knowing that, given my own inclinations, I’d have kept quiet about so much of what I struggle with. To God be the glory, through that lovely vessel of Mary. 🙂