Today our extended family gathered for my newest niece’s baptism. There was much rejoicing as Veronica Rose, youngest of six, was received into the church. I adore baptisms. I love the promises, the reminder of how faith begins not as something we do but as a gift. I also love seeing everyone. All the kids who are all getting so big—two of her older cousins, Mary and Joseph, were Veronica’s godparents.
Because my in-laws live on the other side of Boston from us, it was an all-day affair for us. We left the house at 8:30 this morning and got home at about 7:30. All the kids were exhausted and cranky by the time we got home and bedtime was an unpleasant ordeal; but it was totally worth it to get to spend the day eating wonderful food and being with wonderful people. I love our family.
Midway through Mass I discovered Anthony’s first tooth when he shoved my finger in his mouth and I felt a sharp place on his gum. It’s funny because just the day before I’d commented on his recent excessive drooling and how all my kids really drooled at about four months but then didn’t actually get teeth till seven or eight months and all that time everyone would be telling me they were teething. Ha! What do they know? It’s not teething, it’s just drool! So I assumed the drool was the same with Anthony. And I thought it was cute how excited he was to be putting anything and everything into his mouth. I even bought him a new teething ring. But it never occurred to me that he was actually teething.
I was totally unprepared to feel that sharp little point in his mouth and spent the rest of Mass thinking about it. Oh so not ready to deal with my sweet little nursling biting me. That’s when nursing suddenly becomes so much less cuddly. And with all my kids even if they aren’t biting, I find those lower teeth uncomfortable as they scrape when baby sucks. Oh well. I suppose I’ll have to embrace this new season whether I’m ready or not.