wtf

Just got back from Mass a while ago, so I feel a tad guilty venting, but you know I will anyway.

Backstory: When DS19 "Frankie" was born, with my not having any siblings, I asked my cousin "Heather" to be Frankie's godmother. She seemed happy, then said "Oh, I have to work that day". I couldn't change the date and didn't go through with my mother's suggestion of having Heather be "godmother by proxy" as Heather didn't offer to try to rearrange her work hours, so I asked "Margaret Mary", DHs sister. We had seriously considered MM anyway.

As we had asked DHs brother, "Jack" to be the godfather, we thought it would be nice to have a representation of both families.

Margaret Mary has been a wonderful Catholic Christian role model and loving godmother/aunt to my son. When the Lord closes a door, He opens a window.

I invited Heather to the Baptisms and First Communions of all three of my kiddos. I was only invited to the Baptism of Heather's eldest child. (She has three.)

Heather and I kept in touch over the years, seeing each other now and then at family functions.

To their credit, Heather and her mother, my Aunt Helga, visited my late father, Joe, while he was ill in the hospital and the rehab center. However, "Dick", Heather's father and my Dad's brother, did not, in a two year span, citing that it would be "emotional anguish" for him. Admittedly, Dick is elderly and has some health issues, but he managed fine in attending other events, including Joe's funeral, where he was his charming self, singing and joke-telling.

So, I'm on an emotional high today after singing at an inspirational liturgy, along with other things going remarkably and uncharacteristically well. Then, I go on FB and see pictures of Heather's son's First Communion, along with flashback photos of his Baptism, neither of which, of course, I was invited to. There's the godparents, childhood friends of Heather and her husband, with the lad at Baptism and Communion. There's Dick, Helga and others. My bubble just burst.

An invitation to these events would have been nice. I don't get it.

DH and I weren't invited to the wedding of Brenda's son (Brenda is my other cousin, Heather's sister) either. Heather's kids were in the bridal party.

True to form, I'll probably just suck this one up too. Sigh.

FarmVille on Facebook

Link to my FB page:

http://www.facebook.com/peckmary

Godmother anyone?

If you think for a minute that I'm going to give up on this godmother thing, you're mistaken. Especially in this Graduation season, when I'm going to be hearing about it quite a bit, "Oh, I'm so proud of my Godson, blah, blah, blah"...

Hey, I even put a classified ad on Craig's List Long Island. Check it out.

Looking for a godmother? Ok, I'm 48 but I'm young in spirit.

nasty aunt

Today I thought about my nasty aunt "Bernice" telling me that I "need to forgive and forget" "Joe", my father.

I can easily forgive and forget someone who doesn't get around to returning a phone call, not bringing back a lawnmower, or whatever. My tolerance level is pretty high.

Sorry, I cannot forgive someone who never asked for forgiveness or tried to make amends. Instead he just continued to be abusive.

Where was Bernice when all this was going on? Why didn't she help? I am appalled that she still continues to plead ignorance, along with all the other "adults" that could have helped but turned a blind eye?

Please feel free to read and post here. All are welcome.

musical mary: speak up

musical mary: speak up

speak up

The powers that be at my elementary school referred me to a psychologist in RVC. Fool that I was at the time, I was afraid to speak up. I hated those Rorschacks (sp?) The gentleman I met with was so nice. Why couldn't I tell him? He said that he was working with children whose families were having problems. I didn't let on what was going on at home though. Although my parents were sitting in the adjacent waiting room, presumably out of earshot, I was afraid. I remembered my mother saying "what goes on within these four walls, stays within these four walls". My father said "I could kill you if I wanted to." I didn't want to anger my parents. I certainly didn't want to be killed. So I said things were ok at home. Guess I really was a dumb kid. Here was my opportunity to tell someone, someone who may have had the potential to help me escape. But I blew it.

I told DH about this and he agreed I was a fool not to tell.

Please, if you are a kid going through this, speak up. If you suspect a child is being abused, speak up. Get involved.