The woman who gave a talk on the Holy Ghost asked the boys how they felt right after being baptized. The first kid said he felt really good inside. That was the Holy Ghost, the woman told him. My son said, "I didn't really feel anything." The woman looked horrified and told him he ought to think more about it.
B— has said over and over how wonderful this day has been for him and how happy he is to have chosen baptism. I also think he understands what the whole process is about better than the kid who said he felt really good inside after coming up out of the water, because when I was giving my talk on baptism the first boy admitted that he was really worried about making mistakes after the ordinance was over.
Of course, there are going to be people who disagree with me. But I think we're teaching baptism wrong in the Church and our kids are being set up for lives filled with fear and shame rather than the trust and love they should be building in and with Jesus Christ.
I tried to convey what baptism means to me as best I could in my talk. After, about ten people told me it was the best talk on baptism they'd ever heard. Maybe it's time to type up those thoughts and spread them around.
My son is about the Lord's business. He's entered into the partnership.
I couldn't be a prouder mother, even if it took him an extra year to get the concepts nailed down before he could choose the ordinance for himself.
On a brief side note: I survived my mother for the three hours we were together. But she did spend a good deal of time glaring at E—'s longhaired boyfriend and making him very uncomfortable. (I love Z—. Yes, he has long hair. Yes, he is atheist. He also treats my daughter better than she's ever been treated, and much like I want to be treated. I wouldn't trade him for any clean cut Mormon boy.) Also, my step dad has been watching the History Channel, and he tried to assert that the New Testament was originally written in Hebrew and translated into Koine Greek, which is where the mistranslations happened. This is utter bullshit. But again, I survived.