Join me each week as I participate in Mommy’s Piggy Tales, which is an effort to record our youth.
In our church, you get baptized when you turn 8. This gives the child the opportunity to make the choice for themselves whether or not they want to join this church.
Leading up to my baptism, my mom was busy sewing me a pretty white dress with lace on it, as well as a simple cotton dress to wear when I got baptized. I loved the lacey dress and wore it for years…it helped that I never grew much until high school. On the big day, the hot water wasn’t working. When baptized, it is through immersion, which means you have to be completely submerged under water. Though the experience was wonderful, my teeth were chattering and it took a while for me to warm back up.
The room was packed with people who knew and loved me, including my grandpa who was not a member of our church, as well as my first grade teacher, who also wasn’t a member of my church. It is still such a neat feeling that even those who didn’t believe in the same things as me loved me enough to support me in my endeavors.
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