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Dilemmas, heartache and Monday mornin' quarterbackin'

Curly-haired daughter is getting married: Yay!

She's not getting married in the Church: ooph....

We have raised 5 kids. Only one goes to church (well, THE church. Curly-haired daughter does go to church, but not the one Christ founded.) It's a disaster of epic proportions and I'm not overstating the case. I know I'm going to have to answer to Almighty God for this one day, and I'm afraid I'm going to get a humongous red "F" for this.

What did I do wrong? Was it our decision to homeschool during those early years? Did I use the wrong curriculum? Did the kids hate family prayer in the mornings, half-asleep and cold? Was it all the time committed to the Church outside of Mass? Did I just talk about Jesus and Mary too much?

It sounds vapid put this way, but my heart really is broken. I've failed at the most important task a Catholic mother is given: to bring up her children in the Faith so that they will continue it with their generation and the next.

I know some of my family won't attend my daughter's wedding and I completely understand. I hope that they understand that I will. I won't put the opportunity for reconciliation with the Church at stake - to refuse to attend my daughter's wedding is to put up a rather severe roadblock to continued dialogue.

Well, if I screwed something up, I take full responsibility. At this point, the only thing I can do is pray and talk. The rest is up to God, and my children and their free will, their consciences and their willingness to seek Truth. For He is a Person, the God-Man, Jesus Christ, ever-loving, ever-patient, ever-just. I hope they all find Him again.

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