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Religion was always a sticky subject when I was growing up. I was raised Catholic, attended parochial elementary and high school and went to church every Sunday and holidays. The way I was brought up led to certain criteria my future husband had to possess. He needed to be a college graduate, Catholic and have nice teeth. Well, I married a college graduate, his teeth were OK and he was raised Catholic. But being raised and actively practicing your religion are two different things and, not having anything to do with God, I realized my husband was an Atheist.


I accepted it until we decided to get married. I wanted a church wedding with all my family and friends present. Being his second marriage, he wanted to flee to a tropical island. Needless to say, neither one of us got our wish [and we had to compromise]. Two years later I became pregnant and, before our daughter arrived, I let my husband know she would be raised Catholic. She was baptized on her first birthday, said prayers before bed and we went to church every Sunday until she was too active to keep still. One day, she decided that she didn’t want to go to church since Daddy didn’t. What was so hard was that he never encouraged her to go, which gave our 4-year-old the decision making power. Picking my battles, I decided to go another route to teach her that God exists and to be thankful to him. “Christmas is about Jesus, not only presents. Easter is Jesus rising from the dead, not candy,” I’d say. I chose to attend a non-denominational church to get her involved by attending the kids study to learn on her level.

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I truly didn’t think raising my daughter with religion would be this difficult. Even if Catholic is not a way to go, I want her to see that not everything is because of luck and that God has a lot to do with life’s outcome. My daughter is only six and who knows what path she will decide to walk when she reaches adulthood; I just hope I have built a solid foundation so that she can make a wise decision about her faith.

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