Last Friday, I hauled myself and all the children downtown to an ordination at the Cathedral. One of the ordinands had been assigned as a temporary deacon at our parish last summer so I thought it would be a good experience for the children. I have zero pictures of this event.
After the (very long) Mass, I gathered my crew into the social hall for the reception with food. Trying to feed four children and myself, all by myself, in a crowded room with long lines for food after they have spent the better part of three hours at Mass was an adventure all unto itself. And lo, we all survived.
After not too long, the newly ordained priests emerged and two stations were set up for them to offer their first blessings. The lines got long very quickly. Seeing as I had never had a first blessing before, even though I have been to several ordinations, I decided to take my place in line, in spite of the fact that Marian was lapping the reception room.
At last I make it to the front of the line.
The new Father then asks me, "Who's your patron saint?"
Father, "Well then who was your confirmation saint?"
Me, "So, when I was confirmed, they discouraged us from taking saint names sooooo."
Father, "So which saint do you have a particular devotion to?"
Me, blankly, "Weeeellll?"
Assistant Guy, gamely holding the blessing book watching this little debacle unfold, "How about St. Gerard, the patron of expectant mothers?"
Me, with my giant belly that regularly wins me inquiries about twins, "That sounds like a good idea because I am definitely there."
Father, "St Gerard, it is."
"May, through the imposition of my priestly hands...."
Then I kissed his hands. I've never done that before either.