My Father’s Baptism

It took me twenty minutes from my apartment to home.
As I pulled up, my dog, according to my dad, was helping him put on his shoes. I threw a sincere compliment at his haircut as I walked in to hug my mom, who held onto an odd energy of nervousness and pure joy.

We made three attempts to leave, having to turn the car around each time to grab things my mom leaves in the house. Camera, cell phone, a change of clothes.

My mother and I sat in the first row. My father, dozing off 10 aisles back to the right behind us, along with 79 others wearing white t-shirts.

Fast forward the message that was completely not in English and I’m holding a plastic bag with my dad’s shoes and wet clothes.

As my dad prayed at the dinner table, my God just made some shit go full circle, an ongoing process that has taken eleven years to complete.

And I’m at peace, thinking of creative ways to iron out my creases.


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  • "Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our light, not our darkness that most frightens us. We ask ourselves, Who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented, fabulous? Actually, who are you not to be? You are a child of God. Your playing small does not serve the world. There is nothing enlightened about shrinking so that other people won’t feel insecure around you. We are all meant to shine, as children do. We were born to make manifest the glory of God that is within us. It’s not just in some of us; it’s in everyone. And as we let our own light shine, we unconsciously give other people permission to do the same. As we are liberated from our own fear, our presence automatically liberates others." ~Marianne Williamson