Blasphemy

Published Date: August 4th, 2008
Category: Poetry

 

How does one dress for a

Catholic school open house?

When you

sometimes look in the mirror and

are shocked to realize you are

even a mother.

 

So far your expertise with

dressing yourself is in

 

first dates

happy hours

concerts

weddings (including your own)

business meetings

 

But never as a Protestant mother

possibly interested in getting her

sometimes shy 3-year old

into the local Catholic pre-school.

 

Would a pleated, plaid skirt seem too obvious?

 

Most definitely.

 

Black pants, sweater, and black boots too much for

a Sunday morning?

(and why aren’t these Catholics in church, anyway?)

 

Probably.

 

Is it

taboo

disrespectful

sacrilegiously slutty

 to wear jeans?

 

What is with me and

these Catholic functions

I always feel like I am

 

burning the wrong incense

muttering the wrong prayer

swearing in front of nuns

 

It pleased me to witness

mothers in all

shapes and sizes

Dressed

sporty

casual

business-like and yes,

even slinky

 

(At least I did not do that)

 

Our one common thread being

3-foot tall children stuffed into

Winter boots and coats,

corduroy pants and sweaters,

all eyeing the cookies and coffee table

 

Not noticing that they were in a

temporary house of God

More interested in which school rooms had

toys and possible gerbils

than in learning

 

And it occurred to me

 

Loosen up.

 

It’s just

pre-school.

 

 

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