\nA day of the not-boring-but-exhausting kind. Friend P’s daughter’s christening in Sp\u00e5nga church. Nice ceremony, probably pretty standard, and then cake and coffee in a venue next door.\n<\/p>\n
\nWe walked and Ingrid cycled all the way there and back. Weren’t home until well past 5. Made it almost all the way home when the tiredness hit Ingrid like a brick in the head, and then an inexorable slide towards a total meltdown. I could see it coming but have never managed to avert one.\n<\/p>\n
\nThe first signs of impending meltdown often appear at just about the same distance from home: when she feels that she is almost there and can let herself go, relax whatever tight grip is holding her upright and collected.\n<\/p>\n
\nI’d promised her pancakes for dinner; in the end she ate one and probably didn’t have the presence of mind to enjoy it much at all. Fell asleep in minutes.\n<\/p>\n
\nIt felt a bit weird, listening to the christening ceremony. The texts sound so nice and friendly, about welcoming the child into a community, being received with love, a kindly father figure, and so on. Except for the few slightly jarring, weirder parts about “delivering from the powers of darkness” (befria henne fr\u00e5n m\u00f6rkrets makt<\/i>) and being “cleansed of the guilt of sin” (renade fr\u00e5n syndens skuld<\/i>). But I just cannot look past the rather hard-to-ignore fact that the thought of a father in the sky is nothing short of ridiculous. And don’t get me started on original sin.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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