Editor’s note: Throughout July, we’re hosting 31 Days with St. Ignatius, a month-long celebration of Ignatian spirituality. In addition to the calendar of Ignatian articles found here, posts on dotMagis this month will explore the theme of “Finding God in the Unexpected.”
My family had a few hours before our flight out of Reagan National Airport after my godson’s First Communion, so we decided to stop in D.C. and wander the National Gallery of Art. Looking at art has been a family activity we’ve enjoyed together ever since my now teen sons were infants reaching up at Calder mobiles. These boys are now over six feet tall, and my youngest is an imposing (but skinny and gentle) specimen at six foot, six inches.
As we entered a gallery, the docent watched my son walk in, her eyes followed him, and her mouth unintentionally fell open. “How old are you?” she asked, unable to restrain her shock.
“Fifteen,” he answered, a little embarrassed by the attention. The docent jumped back in an exaggerated response, which made us all laugh. My son quickly joined my husband, and the docent grilled me on what I’ve been feeding the man-child and other related topics.
