April 24, 2010


It is all good here, blogging is just going to be sporadic. I'm back in the office until 9:30 at night some nights and when I get home, I crash. Last night I slept for 11 hours. I'm just THAT exhausted.

I go in again tomorrow. If I'm to work 40 hours, I need a head start which means Sundays will be a must.

It's only for four weeks.

My eldest had his Confirmation last night. He chose my sister in law, my husband's brother's wife, as his sponsor. He chose the name... James.

And this is what is so odd about the choosing of his name. I have an uncle who died prematurely in life, my Dad's youngest brother, a real tragedy.

My son knows the story, but did not know my Uncle's name as it's never been really discussed. He died when my son was small. It's a story he's probably heard once and it was told as "Big Daddy's brother...", no name involved.

It came time to pick a Confirmation name and the conversation went something like this on our drive home from Confirmation class:

Me: Did you pick a name?

Ringo: I hadn't given it thought.

Me: Hmm... instead of picking a name, maybe you should pick it by what they're the Patron Saint of! Like you could pick... the Patron Saint of Musicians!

Ringo: I don't think so...

And so it went. By the next class he was to have a name and when he got in the car for me to take him I said, "So? Who'd you choose?"

He replied, "James..."

I didn't know what to say. I was speechless for a few moments. Finally I said, "James. *deep breath* And how did you choose James?"

He looked out the window and then looked back at me thoughtfully and said, "I don't know, Mom. I was just suddenly drawn to it. I can't explain. It sounded like a cool name... and it felt right."

And so although it could be construed as a coincidence, I don't believe it for a moment.

He was drawn to St. James for a reason. And it makes me feel good.

And as we sat there during his Confirmation, Bones looked at me and said, looking out amongst all those being Confirmed with their Sponsors, "Mom, when I'm Confirmed, I'm choosing Ringo as my Sponsor."

As chaotic as my life is, on some days... all just feels... right.

Posted by Boudicca at April 24, 2010 09:22 PM

If it felt right to him, then it was obviously the right choice. He was led to that choice for a reason.

Posted by: diamond dave at April 24, 2010 09:46 PM

Unlike me, my brother James was a very devout believer. He was a kind, compassionate man and a member of his church's prayer group. My grandson #1 could not have made a better choice.

Posted by: Angus of Jura at April 24, 2010 10:15 PM

I thought so too, Dad.

Posted by: bou at April 24, 2010 10:43 PM

A lovely story, Bou. I know it warms a mother's heart to see her son yield to the subtler promptings of His presence.

My family was shocked when my name was read aloud at my graduation and the name "Joan" was added. I told them that my patron saint surely helped me arrive at that place and her name belonged up on the stage as much as my own.

Posted by: Joan of Argghh! at April 25, 2010 08:24 AM

And I should add, my brother James was indeed a saint. How else could he have lived with that wife of his so long?

Posted by: Angus of Jura at April 25, 2010 08:35 PM

I often wondered how that came about. It just had to have seemed like a good idea at the time. Good grief.

Posted by: Bou at April 25, 2010 10:18 PM