I exist because a couple of people decided to follow their heart. I try to honor this existence, and the risks taken to make me possible, by following my own heart and standing up for what I believe in.
The people that are now my parents made decisions when they were only eighteen or so to dedicate themselves to the Catholic Church – my mother went to the convent, my father to the seminary. Priesthood sent my father to the Philippines and throughout Africa – to a whole full life before the possibility of my existence was ever considered. Through the convent, my mother went to nursing school, after a residency in Labor and Delivery; she left the order – convinced by feelings stronger than those which led her to the sacrament that she was meant for motherhood. Years later my father left as well – to be with her.
These weren’t easy decisions, they were life changing, identity altering, and earth shaking, but my parents had the guts to make them, which makes them two of the bravest people I know. They stood up because the believed in their decisions, their union, their feelings – this is a spirit they passed on to me and I feel a monumental responsibility to live a meaningful life to honor the risks that they took to make my existence possible.
2 comments:
Why does no one comment on your serious blogs??
I really enjoyed this one. I think it's admirable that you think of your parents in this way and that you feel a responsibility to take the same risks and follow your heart in your own life.
thanks, kim!
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