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It brings this mom to tears

A few weeks ago, our family had the chalice to pray for priests and vocations. For the Year for Priests, our parish had a chalice that was given to a different family for each week of the year. While we had the chalice, we were to have it in a prominent place in the house and we had prayers to pray everyday. We were to pray for all priests and to pray for vocations.

Well, early in the week, my oldest proclaimed that he wanted to be a priest. A few days later, he looked at me and said,

"Mommy, will you cry when I become a priest?"

OK, so, honestly, what mom wouldn't cry at her son's ordiantion (or at his wedding, for that matter) ?? But, to handle this question delicately, I explained to him, that I will be so proud of him no matter what his vocation is. But, yes, I will probably cry like a baby at his ordination mass. (I cannot watch this vocation video without tearing up. I am going to be 100 times worse if one of my own sons gets ordained).

So,after this, sweet moment, my 4 year old comes up to me, with the dearest smile on his face, and says,

"Mommy, will you cry when I become a scuba diver?"

Oh, I so wanted to laugh. I really thought it was funny, but I just gave him a big hug and told him I would cry then too!

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  1. Oh my goodness, he is such a character! You have way more restraint than I do. I would have fallen over laughing. So very cute!

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  2. That was so funny! Big smiles over here!

    Very very cute!

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  3. Great story, Katie... You are a good mom. : )

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  4. Now THAT is funny!!! So cute!! (And I agree on the priest thing! I would bawl!)

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  5. That is pretty funny. Kids do say the darnedest things -- and they are usually dead serious!

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