Mothers’ Wisdom

May 14, 2012 at 3:24 am (Kids) ()

In honor of Mother’s Day, which is almost over, here is a compilation of just some of the pearls of wisdom I have gleaned from various mothers over the years:

Said to her middle child: “You make me understand why some mothers eat their young!”

Said while watching kids at play at the park: “My fear is that we’re not tiring them out, they’re just building stamina.”

Said in sympathy to a mom fighting a virus: “They suck the life out of you when you’re healthy. When you’re sick…”

Said when being questioned on the sanity of adding a dog to their already full household: “For how much longer am I going to actually be able to make their dreams come true? I’m taking advantage of that while I can.”

Said to a surly teenager questioning her faith: “Plenty of people smarter than you believe in God.”

Said to her daughter the bride worrying about her appearance on her wedding day: “Oh, nobody’s looking at you. Well, actually today they probably are.”

Said to everyone, about every disappointment: “Rise to bleed again.”

For all the moms I’ve learned from, for the grandmothers I never knew, for the women who have been mothers to me in my life, for my mom: I’m so thankful for all of you. Happy Mother’s Day.


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Prayer to St. Joseph the Worker

May 2, 2012 at 8:27 pm (Faith) (, , )

Yesterday being May Day and the feast day of St. Joseph the Worker, Father Pastor asked the kids at mass how many words they thought Joseph spoke in the bible. “Wrong!” he laughed at their crazy guesses. “It’s a trick question. The answer is zero.” He went on to say that the fact that there were no recorded words of St. Joseph led him to believe that he was a man of action, that he lived his faith rather than talking about it.

St. Joseph the Worker

I love that. I fear that I’m more of a ditherer, myself. A thinker, a talker, not a doer. St. Joseph, help me to be more like you.

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On Racism and Dog Poop

May 1, 2012 at 9:06 pm (Community, Politics) (, , )

Somebody left a racist pamphlet on my doorstep today. It was in an orange newspaper bag. I saw other orange bags at my neighbors’ houses as I pulled into the driveway. I figured it was an ad for a landscaping company, or something from the village, or maybe a notice about a local food drive or something. It wasn’t immediately obvious what the paper inside was. I took it out and began to read.

It was a two-page article about a Kansas City East High School incident where two kids (black) attacked another kid (white), allegedly because of the color of his skin. In addition to the article were two more pages filled with hatred (and grammatical errors, but that’s another, much less important soapbox) toward “blacks” a word which for the author evidently includes all Latinos and natives of India…and Jews for good measure, of course. I felt physically ill after reading it. The thought that somebody with that much rage in his or her heart was standing at the threshold of my home made me want to vomit. The realization that there are still people who feel this way made me despair.

I wish I could tell you that I calmed myself down by praying, perhaps remembering the Beatitudes, “Blessed are the peacemakers, for they are the children of God,” but I didn’t. What really made me feel better was using that orange bag to pick up my dog’s poop as I went on the school run, and then tossing it in the trash. The only thing that would have made me feel better still would have been if I could have delivered it back to the person who left it at my door, saying, “Here’s your shit back.”

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