Eric and I have talked before about the fact that Molly will never remember not being Catholic. Since we were all received into the Church when she was just 2 1/2 years old, we just suspected there might even come a time when she might utter the words, “What do you mean we haven’t always been Catholic?”
As if to confirm Molly’s Catholic mindset already, I had to share an amusing story with Eric about what happened the other day when Molly and I were going through some of my things, and he thought the story pretty much cinched it.
Molly and I were going through my things, and I set out a cross necklace. She said, “Can I see it, Mommy?”
“Sure, just be careful,” as I handed her the necklace.
I kept sorting through things as I noticed her looking around with a scrunched up brow, and her breathing appeared to be getting a little quicker.
“Oh no!” she exclaimed.
“What’s wrong, Molly?”
She flipped the necklace around in her hands, and then she started looking around, almost in a panic and concentrating on the floor.
“What’s wrong?” I asked again.
“JESUS IS MISSING! WHERE COULD HE BE???” she finally said in despiration, her search in the carpet coming up empty.
For a moment, I had no idea what in the world she was saying. Finally , I looked at what she was doing, and realized that she was sure that the necklace should have a crucifix, not just a cross. She was looking around in a panic, sure that Jesus had fallen off the necklace.
I will admit it — I had a little giggle, and then assured her, “Don’t worry sweetheart, you didn’t lose Jesus, He just wasn’t on that necklace.”
“Oh,” she said, with a sigh of relief. “Jesus just wasn’t on this necklace,” she reassured herself as she set it down. Apparently, she just wasn’t ready to take any more chances with it though.
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