I mentioned here
the other day that my mom had been a nun when she met my father. I think the story goes something like this: my mom was playing the guitar at her convent when she locked eyes on my dad [a Catholic priest at the time] who was there on some kind of priestly business. She didn’t have a case for her guitar, and when my dad learned of this, he got the idea to woo her with a guitar case. You know those Catholic nuns aren’t loose women; a man has to step it up if he’s going to lock one of them down!
So my dad, the 'play-a' that he is, dropped off a case, a few days later, with my mom’s mother superior. Whenever I play this scenario in my head, my mom’s mother superior looks just like the actress who played Julie Andrews' mother superior in The Sound of Music. Then the Sound of Music soundtrack plays over and over in my head until I listen to some other song equally as ‘sticky.’ Luckily, I know The Backyardigians and The Wonder Pets have got my back on this one!
Anyway, that’s how it all began, and I am grateful fate played itself out this way. Although I may be somewhat bias given my very existence hinged on them hooking-up. On the other hand, I know my parents’ families were conflicted and struggled with my mom and dad leaving their respective orders. [Think mother-in-law who believes some whore stole her son from Jesus.] But, both my parents wanted to spend their lives with someone they loved and raise a family. Can you imagine...a priest who desired to live in a monogamous relationship with another woman and raise children of his own? SCANDALOUS!