One thing we decided on long before we became parents was that we would not, and could not, indoctrinate our children. We were both raised by parents who dutifully dispatched us to Catholic schools and sent us through sacraments, but we wanted a different path for our children. Every year there’s fashion spreads in Irish newspapers about ‘communion season’, and tips from bloggers about what ‘the communion mammies’ should wear. There’s debates in parenting forums about whether to cater the party at home or book a restaurant.
It feels to us, as people who’ve stepped out of this merry-go-round, that the whole thing isn’t as benign as many of our peers seem to think. We’re lucky that our children don’t have to go to a school that others them, and puts them to one side for small or large portions of the school year. Our children are able to say, freely and without difficulty, that they don’t believe in god. And still ‘the communion’ creeps in. They see a religious sacrament presented as a normal cultural experience and conversations are had about our family and the choices we make.
This weekend, I opened up our Saturday newspaper and sighed a weary sigh at the above feature. Apparently we’re not ‘the average parent’ and our children are being denied ‘the big day’. I know the vast majority of people declared themselves to be Catholic in the last census and we know many of our friends struggle with putting their children through religious indoctrination. But still, it jars that a national newspaper is part of the normalisation of the indoctrination of large swathes of the children in this country.
We have been told by others that raising your children without religion isn’t that simple, that there are family pressures and traditions that are hard to shake off. We’re told people ‘had’ to baptise to access schools, and then fear their children will be left out if they don’t do ‘the big day’. I understand all of this. We faced some of these comments and pressures too. It is hard to be part of the change, and not everyone has the same priorities. But every year I wish ‘the big day’ was seen for what it is. And treated as such.