Musings of an Italian-American Catholic wife, mother, and writer

Musings of an Italian-American Catholic wife, mother, and writer

Tuesday, January 19, 2016

Text: Walking to Church



Our two oldest sons -- a freshman and a junior in college -- know that their Nonna likes to hear when they go to church. Sure, Nonna wants to know about their classes, and she is always concerned as to whether or not they are eating well (or eating enough), but mostly she wants to hear about church attendance because she figures that if they do this one thing then everything else will be taken care of.


And so on Sundays they text her.


For example, Nonna usually receives the following text from Jonathan:


Walking to church.


That's it. No details. Not How are you, Nonna and Nonno? or How was your day, Nonna and Nonno? Just the bare facts because Jonathan texts likes he speaks.


But it's all good because after Nonna receives a text from either of the boys she will call us with the news that Nicholas sent me a text! or Jonathan is walking to church!


Nonna the tattletale.


Of course, there have been a few times in which there were no texts. At all. Which then leaves us with two scenarios: a) they forgot to send a text, or b) they didn't go to Mass. When this happens it's always a hot topic during our Sunday dinner with i Nonni. Did they, or didn't they? In the end we take comfort in the fact that there are more texts than not. Which is a good thing, right?


This past Sunday there were texts. Church for both.


And all is right with the world.





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