Edited to say: The photo is now appearing right-side-up, but smushed.  I make no predictions about what will happen next time I go to view the site.  Not unlike the time all my interests in my profile were turned into numbers.  See all the excitement you get here?  You know you love it.

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Every single one of our First Communion photos needs to be rotated.  And though I can get "my computer" to rotate, and I can get photobucket to rotate, I cannot convince homeschoolblogger to rotate.  Think of it as an opportunity to stretch your neck.

    Anyhow, here is Mr. Boy, posing with our parish priest, after receiving his first holy communion.  

    We were very pleased with our DRE, a woman whose many years of experience with children resulted in such practical tips as "do not make funny faces when you receive communion".  Also there was a ban on photos during mass, due the parish’s many years of experience with adults.   Made for an appropriately reverent atmosphere.

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    For those who are wondering about how the SuperHusband and I came to an agreement on whether Mr. Boy ought to be catholic or protestant, the answer is: we didn’t.   Our goal to date has been to emphasize the many shared beliefs we hold, and to avoid discussing our few differences unless it specifically comes up (and it generally doesn’t.)

    Mr. Boy was interested in receiving communion, and so he went ahead with the preparation our parish requires.  He also started attending mass every Sunday once canon law required it — in the early years we have not been particular about which nursery the kids go to.  (We are helped by the fact the our two churches rarely, if ever, teach anything to the kids that the other parent finds objectionable.)

    This spring our parish priest confirmed that no, the boy could not receive communion in both churches.  Reasonable enough, but puts a seven-year-old in a difficult position, having to decide whether to go with mom’s church, dad’s church, or neither.   We let him know that he could prepare for first communion without being obligated to make a final decision until he was ready to do so.

   But how to decide?   No fair making a little kid have to sift through all the arguments of the reformation.  So we told him just to pray.  He did, every night for weeks.   As the decision date neared, we asked him what he thought God was telling him to do.  He said he thought it was to be catholic.  We both kept straight faces — no encouragement or discouragement from either parent.  When we got to where I needed him to let me know whether he was going to receive FHC this spring, so that we could make plans with the parish and invite friends and family, he confirmed that catholic calling.

    And that’s how we did it.  Not saying it is the only way or the best way to handle a mixed marriage, but it’s what we did.  Told all that because sometimes people ask us.

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