I had super short hair as a little girl, thanks to frequent trips to Supercuts. I dreamt of long flowing locks like Cinderella, Snow White, or heck, even Pretty Woman.
When age seven rolled around, I learned that I was eligible to wear this veil thing at my 1st communion ceremony. (Our household revolved around Catholicism. I’ll explain.) With no idea what this really meant, I kept my eye on the prize – the veil, which I would pretend was my real hair. Previously, my cousin and I would wear pantyhose on our heads and pretend we had long hair. Classy. This upgrade, the veil, was something worth working hard for. It had princess-like qualities.
The only thing I remember about my 1st communion ceremony day was sportin’ that white flowing veil and enjoying the scrumptious dipping sauce at the Arctic Circle (Wyoming’s version of Arby’s) on the way home from the church. Also, I vividly recall the authorities, my parents, instructing my older brother to be extra nice to me that day because it was “Amy Jo’s day”. (I still like the ring to that!)
Secretly, I don’t remember anything from the gazillion first communion prep classes I had to attend in order to earn my new veil (fake long hair) but with a former alter boy father who attended Catholic school religiously and a grandmother who I am pretty sure was directly related to Mother Theresa herself, there was no way I was getting out of my Hail Mary’s (and not the sports kind). The authorities were the boss of me. They wrote the rules. Thank God for veils which brought the splash of spiritual fairytale fun.
Yesterday was my nephew ‘Jake’s day’. He has his own set of authorities who wrote their own rules, my brother and sister-in-law. We had a Welcoming Party (non-baptism) for Jake at my family cabin which was built in 1891, by our great, great (great?) grandfather. It’s a great place, to say the least. My life and business coach, Mary, performed the 8-minute non-ceremony. We all spoke the same language yesterday. No verse or set of old school semantics was about to come between each of the family member’s love for our little guy Jake.
At one point during this shindig, I placed the world in Jake’s hands. (The world was in the form of a globe ball.) This was Jake’s version of my veil. The spiritual splash of fun. We played ball and had fun during the ceremony, rightfully so. I always come back to the intent and ‘the why’? Why did we do this? It was about celebration, alignment and accountability. Everyone in my family vowed to help Jake live his best life. We’re all committed.
The point here is that we can always shift, adjust or innovate the way things have always been done. Why not? We write our own rules. Many of the old rules need to be re-written, especially during times like these. Thank goodness (or God) for innovation.