Kevin was raised Episcopalian; I was raised Catholic. I think at this point we'd both characterize ourselves as agnostics, but our parents are religious. So when they asked if we'd be willing to christen Kavi, we said yes. I admit, I was a little uneasy about it, especially when the very nice priest asked if I believed in Jesus Christ. I generally try not to lie, and I especially don't like the idea of lying to a priest. Even if I'm qualifying my response in the privacy of my head that what I actually believe is that Jesus Christ was probably a real historical figure, and a very good man who said some wise things, I don't really think that's what the priest was asking me.
I was touched, I admit, that Kavya was christened in a lovely cotton gown (and slip, and booties) handed down over four generations in Kevin's family. He was christened in the gown, as was his mother. It's lovely that Kavi was able to share that history.
In this last photo, Kavya's trying to eat the priest's finger. :-)
After the ceremony, which was just family, we went back to my parents' house and had a big party, which was pretty huge and overwhelming for all three of us (Kavi and Kevin took a long nap in the middle), but also much fun, especially seeing some very old and beloved friends from the Sri Lankan community, some of whom I haven't seen in fifteen years.
That's one of the best things about ceremony and ritual -- the way it brings people together. I doubt that Kevin and I will be taking Kavya to church every Sunday, the way my parents did; it would just feel too hypocritical. But I'm a little sad that we won't have that kind of weekly ritual in our lives -- the singing together, the taking each others' hands and wishing each other peace. I wish I knew a good secular equivalent.