Showing posts with label family. Show all posts
Showing posts with label family. Show all posts
Wednesday, July 27, 2011
When What I Really Want is a Pity Party.....
I look back at what I wrote yesterday....I told you it was more for me than for you :)
Monday, July 25, 2011
When You.....
This is more a reminder for me than advice for any of you amazing mommies out there. Heard a song tonight while I was sewing wet bags. My girls are up stairs asleep....and my little man is in the other room with his daddy....most likely tummy down in the crook of Daddy's arm as Daddy paces back and forth trying desperately to keep Lil Dude quiet so he can hear the baseball game.
So I was sitting at the kitchen table sewing wet bags (furiously...and continually kicking the dogs out from under the table....we've already had one bag with a doggie assist...I don't need any more!) listening to Pandora. A song I'd never heard before came on....which almost always means a check in the "thumbs down" box....I'm not much for branching out. Then the lyrics caught me.
(if I was fancy and tech savvy, I'd post the song here for you to listen to as you read....if you know how to do that, please let me know....otherwise, you'll just have to use your imagination. Ya know, like if you're in hypnotherapy and the shrink tells you to imagine yourself on a beach or something like that)
"Sacred"
by Caedmon's Call
This house is a good mess
It's the proof of life
No way would I trade jobs
But it don't pay overtime
I'll get to the laundry
I don't know when
I'm saying a prayer tonight
'Cause tomorrow it starts again
Could it be that everything is sacred?
And all this time
Everything I've dreamed of
Has been right before my eyes
The children are sleeping
But they're running through my mind
The sun makes them happy
And the music makes them unwind
My cup runneth over
I worry about the stain
Teach me to run to You
Like they run to me for every little thing
'Cause everything is sacred?
And all this time
Everything I've dreamed of
Has been right before my eyes
When I forget to drink from you
I can feel the banks harden
Lord, make me like a stream
To feed the garden
Wake up, little sleeper
The Lord, God Almighty
Made your Mama keeper
So rise and shine
Rise and shine, rise and shine 'cause
Everything is sacred
And all this time
Everything I've dreamed of
Has been right before my eyes
(me again)
When you can't stand to do the dishes, offer a prayer for someone who doesn't have enough food.
When your baby wakes up crying in the middle of the night, offer a prayer for someone who wants desperately to have a baby and cannot.
When your toddler whines all day like she's expecting an academy award, offer a prayer for someone who's baby died.
When you just want to go to a movie (or the bathroom) by yourself, offer a prayer for someone suffering from lonely depression.
When the bills are due, offer a prayer for someone who lost their house.
When there are more dust bunnies than living souls in your home, offer a prayer for a true hoarder.
When you don't want to part with whatever toy or outfit or *thing* you just put in the donation box, offer a prayer for the mother who hasn't enough money for a birthday gift for her child (and then put the thing in the box!).
When it's raining for the 39th day in a row, offer a prayer for someone who's home was flooded.
When it's over 100 degrees for the 5th day in a row, offer a prayer for someone who works....or lives....outside.
When you're at the grocery store and all of your best methods of confinement and bribery have made no difference in their behavior, offer a prayer for the woman who believed abortion was her only choice.
When they've asked you "why?" for the three thousandth time this hour, offer a prayer for the children whose questions only get answered by television and their peers.
When you're tired of eating leftovers, offer a prayer for the person whose dinner is whatever you threw away yesterday.
When your children say or do something that breaks your heart, offer a prayer to Mommy Mary....think of her heart breaking at the foot of the Cross.
When you feel like you just can't go on and your problems are more than you can bear.....look at the crucifix.
When all else fails (and really before you've tried "all else"), go to Mass, turn to God, have Hope.
So I was sitting at the kitchen table sewing wet bags (furiously...and continually kicking the dogs out from under the table....we've already had one bag with a doggie assist...I don't need any more!) listening to Pandora. A song I'd never heard before came on....which almost always means a check in the "thumbs down" box....I'm not much for branching out. Then the lyrics caught me.
(if I was fancy and tech savvy, I'd post the song here for you to listen to as you read....if you know how to do that, please let me know....otherwise, you'll just have to use your imagination. Ya know, like if you're in hypnotherapy and the shrink tells you to imagine yourself on a beach or something like that)
"Sacred"
by Caedmon's Call
This house is a good mess
It's the proof of life
No way would I trade jobs
But it don't pay overtime
I'll get to the laundry
I don't know when
I'm saying a prayer tonight
'Cause tomorrow it starts again
Could it be that everything is sacred?
And all this time
Everything I've dreamed of
Has been right before my eyes
The children are sleeping
But they're running through my mind
The sun makes them happy
And the music makes them unwind
My cup runneth over
I worry about the stain
Teach me to run to You
Like they run to me for every little thing
'Cause everything is sacred?
And all this time
Everything I've dreamed of
Has been right before my eyes
When I forget to drink from you
I can feel the banks harden
Lord, make me like a stream
To feed the garden
Wake up, little sleeper
The Lord, God Almighty
Made your Mama keeper
So rise and shine
Rise and shine, rise and shine 'cause
Everything is sacred
And all this time
Everything I've dreamed of
Has been right before my eyes
(me again)
When you can't stand to do the dishes, offer a prayer for someone who doesn't have enough food.
When your baby wakes up crying in the middle of the night, offer a prayer for someone who wants desperately to have a baby and cannot.
When your toddler whines all day like she's expecting an academy award, offer a prayer for someone who's baby died.
When you just want to go to a movie (or the bathroom) by yourself, offer a prayer for someone suffering from lonely depression.
When the bills are due, offer a prayer for someone who lost their house.
When there are more dust bunnies than living souls in your home, offer a prayer for a true hoarder.
When you don't want to part with whatever toy or outfit or *thing* you just put in the donation box, offer a prayer for the mother who hasn't enough money for a birthday gift for her child (and then put the thing in the box!).
When it's raining for the 39th day in a row, offer a prayer for someone who's home was flooded.
When it's over 100 degrees for the 5th day in a row, offer a prayer for someone who works....or lives....outside.
When you're at the grocery store and all of your best methods of confinement and bribery have made no difference in their behavior, offer a prayer for the woman who believed abortion was her only choice.
When they've asked you "why?" for the three thousandth time this hour, offer a prayer for the children whose questions only get answered by television and their peers.
When you're tired of eating leftovers, offer a prayer for the person whose dinner is whatever you threw away yesterday.
When your children say or do something that breaks your heart, offer a prayer to Mommy Mary....think of her heart breaking at the foot of the Cross.
When you feel like you just can't go on and your problems are more than you can bear.....look at the crucifix.
When all else fails (and really before you've tried "all else"), go to Mass, turn to God, have Hope.
Friday, March 11, 2011
The Love Between a Mother and a Son
So I'm (roughly) six weeks away from uncharted territory. According to (what seemed pretty clear to everyone in the room) my ultra sound at 20 weeks, we're going to give birth to a son sometime (God-willing) shortly after Easter.
First, and a bit of an aside, I must say that each year, Lent seems like this huge, formidable force separating me from spring, new life, and even in some ways, Christ himself. Of course I know that Christ never separates himself from me, and frankly, by the time Lent is finished, if I've given myself over to it, I'm closer to Christ than any other time of the year. Either way, when the week of Ash Wednesday arrives, I feel like I have a massive chasm in front of me.
This year...at the same time...I feel as though meeting my baby is right around the corner! It's hard for me to wrap my mind around the fact that there's an entire Lent between me and my son (God-willing). What an amazing gift of waiting and preparation I've been given in such a tangible way this time.
Ok, back to my original post idea.
I just read a post about Mary, the Mother of God, on a blog called Caritas et Veritas. It was so beautiful and the line "All of Christianity can be summed up as a love story between a mother and a son" was so touching to me.
What kind of mother will I be to this little man? You'd think, after two kids, that I'd already have some kind of idea about that one...and to an extent I do. I don't think, especially right at first, that things are going to be radically different. But, despite what some say, boys and girls are different...and to treat them as if they're not is a disservice to them....but to exaggerate things unnecessarily is a disservice as well.
What I think about a lot is the ways in which I will fail as a mother (hey, I'm a melancholic). Times when I will yell (do yell) rather than asking questions. Times when I will get frustrated in the middle of the night rather than just giving a hug and saying a prayer. Times when I will forget that this little man won't be little forever and that some day I'll be wishing to have my plans halted so I can play with him or rock him or listen to his story. I already feel those things now with my girls.....I wonder in what ways it will be different this time around.
In those times of failure, I pray that Mother Mary will tap me on the shoulder (or more likely on the heart) and show me how to love my son the way that she loved hers. God-willing, I'll never have to endure even a fraction of the heartache that she did upon the death of her Son, but who better than her to show me, no matter what suffering I do endure, how to wipe his tears, pray for him, comfort him, teach him, kiss away his pain for as long as that works, and most of all to love him.
Holy Mary, Mother of God, Pray for Us.
First, and a bit of an aside, I must say that each year, Lent seems like this huge, formidable force separating me from spring, new life, and even in some ways, Christ himself. Of course I know that Christ never separates himself from me, and frankly, by the time Lent is finished, if I've given myself over to it, I'm closer to Christ than any other time of the year. Either way, when the week of Ash Wednesday arrives, I feel like I have a massive chasm in front of me.
This year...at the same time...I feel as though meeting my baby is right around the corner! It's hard for me to wrap my mind around the fact that there's an entire Lent between me and my son (God-willing). What an amazing gift of waiting and preparation I've been given in such a tangible way this time.
Ok, back to my original post idea.
I just read a post about Mary, the Mother of God, on a blog called Caritas et Veritas. It was so beautiful and the line "All of Christianity can be summed up as a love story between a mother and a son" was so touching to me.
What kind of mother will I be to this little man? You'd think, after two kids, that I'd already have some kind of idea about that one...and to an extent I do. I don't think, especially right at first, that things are going to be radically different. But, despite what some say, boys and girls are different...and to treat them as if they're not is a disservice to them....but to exaggerate things unnecessarily is a disservice as well.
What I think about a lot is the ways in which I will fail as a mother (hey, I'm a melancholic). Times when I will yell (do yell) rather than asking questions. Times when I will get frustrated in the middle of the night rather than just giving a hug and saying a prayer. Times when I will forget that this little man won't be little forever and that some day I'll be wishing to have my plans halted so I can play with him or rock him or listen to his story. I already feel those things now with my girls.....I wonder in what ways it will be different this time around.
In those times of failure, I pray that Mother Mary will tap me on the shoulder (or more likely on the heart) and show me how to love my son the way that she loved hers. God-willing, I'll never have to endure even a fraction of the heartache that she did upon the death of her Son, but who better than her to show me, no matter what suffering I do endure, how to wipe his tears, pray for him, comfort him, teach him, kiss away his pain for as long as that works, and most of all to love him.
Holy Mary, Mother of God, Pray for Us.
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