From Heathen to Christian

Over the last two and a half weeks the little man has hit two major milestones. Firstly, on 3rd May we had the event of his baptism. It was one of those things that I kept putting off as so many factors had to be considered but on impulse one day I just made a phone call to the rector that performed our marriage ceremony and the date was set. Now when PM and I got married we decided to keep it small, immediate family and a few close friends. There were lots of reasons for this and Christmas 2005 we were married. Now we both come from large families and felt that lots of relatives were disappointed at missing out on a 'good old shin-dig' so throwing myself at the mercy of my mother she agreed that we could have an afternoon tea in her back garden after the service. Now the poor little man happened to end up with a nasty cold and more teething pains to help celebrate this very special day of his. Sleep was erratic to say the least and lots of friends and family were driving from distances as far and Suffolk and Devon to help him celebrate (I said they missed out on a party and were keen to make the most of this occasion!). I know we should accept each day with the various trials and tribulations it brings but there is still a part of you that wants to be able to put on a bit of a show and do all you can to make sure everyone has a good fun and memorable time. This includes doing what you can to get your baby to be happy and co-operative during a church service and the festive gathering afterwards! So with all the best intentions the day started early so that we could try and fit in breakfast, play, sleep, lunch, play sleep, bottle and then a baptism. At this point a dose of liquid ibuprofen to ease his discomfort and a dash to get to the church in time to let the little man become acquainted with the rector so at 'hand-over' time there would be not tears, fingers crossed. Sometimes I feel very blessed and everything went to plan... more than that, the little man became the consummate performer and even managed to lead all his guests into clapping at the end! Then there was the mad dash back to the parents house and so the party began. Now I have said that I was blessed already but here again, I was blessed in so many more ways. The weather stayed good so we were able to enjoy the beautiful garden and having a fantastic set of relatives, aunts, uncles and sisters all pitched in with catering, decoration and hosting. The little man had a great day and celebrated in style! It was the next morning as we came down the stairs that we were greeted by my mother with 'morning Christian' that it dawned on me that my little man was now accepted into the Christian church which got me thinking, was my beautiful, innoccent baby a heathen before that?