admin February 16th, 2007
Input received
Thanks very much to everyone who offered their thoughts on my situation with the Rite and my family. I heard back from the DRE, and actually, she said anyone I invite will be taking their chances for seating, as they had to book a certain number of seats for catechumens, candidates, sponsors, her and Father John. So while The Big Seester is still invited if she wants to go under the circumstances, everyone else (including the Canuck) is pretty much off the hook.
That said, I was interested in some of the comments posted. I feel like I should explain why I was so leery of telling the family (although TBS is right that I don’t like conflict, there is more to the story than that).
Did anyone here happen to read TBS’ post about our family’s penchant for creating crises? Take a look here for a small sample of the insanity of Beloved-But-Nuts Mother. The story about our uncle is true; his girlfriend really did break up with him by telling him that in our family it was one kee-risis after another (in fact, I think that was how she turned down his proposal of marriage, to be painfully specific). OK. Now that we know that my family’s flair for drama is nothing new (as said uncle died in 1980), we can move along to the meat of the post.
So initially I was trying to think of how I would “come out” as a then-prospective convert to my parents. My mother is Unitarian-Universalist (mind you, she isn’t a theological unitarian, as that presupposes a belief in God). My father is an atheist.
My father will think I’m gullible and have been duped. I can handle that.
My mother will take this as a personal betrayal of her and various things about her life. That’s harder to deal with, because my mother has brought guilt-tripping to the level of an art form. (You’d think SHE was Catholic, ha…ahem, anyway.) But ok.
So the question, more than whether to tell them, was when and how to tell them. I considered a few approaches:
THE STEEL MAGNOLIAS APPROACH:
“Mom/Dad, I have bad news. I have cancer. I have six months to live.
“Hey folks, I’m only kidding! I’m just converting to Catholicism!”
What was that about drama and kee-rises?
THE NYAH-NYAH APPROACH:
“So you know how you don’t like the Catholic Church, and think it’s oppressive and antiquated?…”
Um, no. Definitely not.
THE “I’M TRYING TO BE MATURE ABOUT THIS” APPROACH
“Mom/Dad, I have something to tell you.
“You know how everyone takes their own spiritual path…well, I’ve been looking into the Catholic Church, and I’m pretty sure I’m going to convert.”
Honestly, this was the approach I had planned to take, but the real problem is finding an appropriate place in the conversation for it. Well, that and the follow-up, like explaining how I happened to decide to move away from the Episcopal Church (in the case of my mother) and explaining why I’m not actually a self-loathing closet misogynist who is nursing on the opiate of the masses to my father. Come to think of it, I’ll have to explain that to my mother too…and my aunt…and my cousins…
THE DELUSIONAL “YOU MIGHT ACTUALLY BE HAPPY FOR ME” APPROACH
“So I’ve got some really exciting news – I’m going to be received into the Catholic Church at Easter! …Mom, please stop crying!”
I briefly considered this, then dismissed it as disingenuous. I mean, I think it’s exciting, and TBS thinks it’s exciting, and I’d guess most of my readers (being Catholics) think it’s exciting…but I know perfectly well that my family won’t see it that way. It’ll be more of a case of “another one bites the dust,” especially when they figure out that I won’t be modeling my Catholic conscience after Bp. Gumbleton.
But back to the point about kee-rises. I feel like bringing the topic up, no matter how I do it, is stating to them that this needs to have a crisis made of it. Which they will gladly do. I don’t see why it needs to be a kee-risis. But then, it’s only in the last 50 years or less that changing religions (or even denominations within Christianity) has become less than utterly shocking in this country. I know another uncle of mine, when he married my Catholic aunt in the 1950s, ended up having to convert because her family stopped talking to her for having married a Protestant. (I don’t think his parents minded, but then, they were a mixed Catholic-Protestant couple themselves.)
Ah well…just one more thing to pray and reflect on, I guess.