Princess Isabella

A perfect day for the baptism. Sunny for the first time since Tuesday, a welcome relief from the too abundant rain. And Trinity Sunday, we didn’t realize that when we set the date. If I were to go looking for readings for a baptism, I couldn’t have chosen better ones. It was almost eerie.

The church was full of friends and family, so joyful. We walked down the aisle almost exactly ten months after our wedding when we promised among other things to accept the children God would send us. And we asked the Church to receive our daughter into the body of Christ. She was so quiet, not a peep the whole mass, even when Father Murphy poured the water over her head and when he annointed her with the sweet smelling oil. In the epistle St Paul reminded us that by our baptism we are co-heirs with Christ. Father Murphy elaborated and said that Isabella is a princess as she is baptised into Christ’s royal family.

My sandal strap broke as we entered the church and so I was hobbling a bit, very self-conscious throughout the mass. I almost spilled the chalice at communion, not quite used to receiving while holding a baby, I knocked the bottom. But after communion as I knelt and meditated I was drawn back to Father’s sermon.

He talked about the Trinity as a family. God is a loving family. And he told the story of a boy carrying his brother: “He ain’t heavy, Father; he’s my brother.” Thinking about Isabella, not too heavy in my arms, but still an unfamiliar weight. Thinking about the vocation of parenthood, the weight of responsibility. Christ calls us to pick up our cross and follow him. If he calls me to be a wife and mother then I suppose Isabella is my cross, in a way. If so, then he has lived up to his promise: this burden is very light. This yoke is easy to bear. What a joy to have this great responsibility, even if sometimes quite frightening to think of how much rides on how I act, what I say, to form this little immortal soul. How great a relief that we received the final blessings for the parents, to know that all we have to do is say yes and do our best, the rest we can trust to more capable hands.

She was so pretty asleep in her long white dress, so unaware of the world. She woke up just before the actual baptism, staring about with her huge alert eyes. She doesn’t know yet and will not know for quite some time the import of today’s events. How quiet this new birth in comparison to three weeks ago when the doctors pulled her out and she screamed as they cleaned her off. How deceiving appearances can be. We walk by faith, not by sight.

Welcome home, my little princess.

3 Responses to Princess Isabella

  1. Jennifer G. Miller June 19, 2006 at 8:09 am #

    Wonderful review! I knew you would like it, but I’m so happy you do. Do buy it when you can…it will be a book that you will refer to often. I linked to your review http://familyfeastandferia.blogspirit.com/archive/2006/06/17/seeking-an-education.html
    Praying for your little family!

  2. Kitty Eleison June 23, 2006 at 1:13 am #

    Melanie, you are right about this book.  My husband brought it home to me one day so I could write a review for his online bookstore (http://www.aquinasandmore.com – shameless plug).  But I have 6 kids and no time to read, much less write about what I have read! LOL!  But I have been able to do a “hit & run” once in a while and read interesting tidbits in this book.  It’s the kind of book you don’t want to put down!

  3. Melanie Bettinelli June 23, 2006 at 3:59 am #

    That’s why I’m reading and writing about all the home schooling books now, while I can.
    I forsee a day when it will be much harder to do so.

    You remind me that I meant to do a blog post on Aquinas and More some time ago and never got around to it. I discovered the store last year and was quite thrilled when I realized it was owned by a fellow UD alum. I was in Rome the same semester as Ian, though I don’t think we ever spoke to each other. I remember seeing him abround campus and know we had many acquaintances in common. It truly is a small world once you venture out on the blog waves…

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