Awww...Look at Maggie, the sweet innocent first communion girl of about 1970. Don't let her fool you! I remember this photo op well, and she was being the biggest brat ever! Brownie camp had started the night before, and my mom was to drive a carload of us up later after we made our First Communion. I was very impatient to get on the road and my dad kept promising, "Just one more shot."
I have been thinking a lot lately about what it means to be a good person, daughter, sister, mother, wife. And about how you can ever be all of those at the same time. My pastor sent me a card the other day, referring to the fact that I am in that "sandwich" phase, where we try to juggle the needs of our spouses and kids with the needs of our aging parents. I am not sure it can be done. So I stew, as I sit with my 80 year old mother in the nursing home I promised her years ago I would not send her to, while my husband does the school transportation that I agreed to do back when we chose the perfect-in-every-way-for-our-boy-except-so-far-away school. Like the Maggie in the photo, maybe I can convince them all I am "good" if I paste on an innocent smile.