Do you ever wake up on a beautiful Feast Day and feel a tiny prick of guilt instead of joy? You want to make the Ascension or Pentecost feel like a "birthday party for the Church," but the laundry is piling up and the glitter glue is missing. We often feel that if we don’t have a three-course themed meal and a museum-quality craft, we’re failing to pass on the Faith. I’ve been there—scrambling at 10:00 AM to print coloring pages whilewhile me and my son argue over the last glue stick. We amplify the "lesson" so much that we drown out the Spirit. Instead of a prayerful celebration, it becomes a frantic checklist that leaves us exhausted and our children confused. (And let’s be honest, no one feels particularly "liturgical" when they’re scraping burnt "Pentecost cupcakes" off a baking sheet.) When my son was little, I was the queen of the "last-minute stress-fest." I thought holiness required elaborate preparation, and I’d spend the mor...