This past weekend was my son's baptism, which is an important moment for Armenian families, not just because of its religious significance, but also as a milestone where a new generation is welcomed into an extended family. It's a moment that imposes a pause in our busy lives and forces reflection.
In the case of Armenian families, part of the indirect but inherent reflection is about the long multigenerational road traveled that includes tragic experiences of families torn apart by genocide and survival for the lucky few, and then dispersion to multiple countries trying to get economically established to provide basic necessities and education for the young. Then the continued immigration to America and our deepening roots as multigenerational American families.
I used to be of the mind that when told I had to go to a baptism, I would roll my eyes with a big sigh and say, "Please, not another baptism." As I've gotten older (but not so old as to start saying "When I was your age…") I've come to look at these moments differently.