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It is morning. I wake up early to get things rolling in our home. It is quieter and dark, it brings to mind the many monks waking up across the world and getting their habits on, cloth and virtues. The familiar toll of bells would be ringing, calling the hooded brothers to prayer; in my domestic ecclesia it is the sound of bells too, but the sound emanates from my alarm clock on the iPhone.

My coffee is on the burner and I add some honey, an ingredient that I have moved to so I am less dependent on sugar. I am working toward taking my coffee black. I have a reason for doing so. Much of what I drink is sweet. Sweet tea, sweet soda, sweet sweet sweet sweet. In trying to bring my life closer to the reality to the cycle of life, ups and downs, peaks and troughs, good times and bad times, highs and lows, night and day, death and resurrection, I have decided to take my coffee bitter. If anything, it will remind that everything in this life cannot be physically pain free, that at some point in time I will suffer again, and that it is in denying myself that I can give myself. And so there I am sipping.

About 30 minutes later, my children begin to awake from their slumber. Like those monks in the abbey, I begin preparing morning breakfast, albeit not as charitable at times as the humble porter welcoming guests. As I prepare, I listen to a conversation going on.

The little princess asks, “What are going to be when you grow up?” I really enjoy these kiddo conversations. They are starting to realize long term goals and dreaming of what it would be like to be called to certain walks of life.

My littlest, three years old, answers in a very certain and confident tone, “I want to be a preest, a fotta.” Of course, this is coming from the little guy that cannot sit still in the pew, crawls under the seats, screams “I want a cookie too,” and sometimes forgets that the holy water is for blessing and not for a bath but he recognizes something special and different in the vocation of the holy priesthood. He may be called to be a priest, but whatever he is called to, he is noticing the difference and beginning to see, choose, think, and act upon his own will. He is starting his independence and learning to be interdependent rather than completely dependent.