Mothers

My cousin’s son had a baby about two months ago. I sent my cousin this message today:

Today, at the end of Mass, the priest did a blessing for all mothers. Then, for fun, he had all first-time moms stand. I was one of maybe three or four. Same with first-time grandmothers and my mom. Then first-time great-grandmothers. The people around us were pointing at Grandma, and my mom said that this one was number thirteen for her. There were a handful of women who stood for that one. (Keep in mind that this is a huge church.)

Then, the priest said, “Now, I only ask this one because I’ve seen it before. Are there any first-time great-great grandmothers?”
I kid you not, Grandma shot out of her wheelchair like nobody’s business – she had been ready for it! She was standing tall and smiling proudly because of you guys!

Thought you might enjoy knowing that and might want to share it with Ryan. 🙂

Pretty cool, huh? My grandma is 94 and a half. I told my mom today that I feel like we need to say the half, because it means a lot at that age. She laughed and commented on how we count every half when we’re really little, and then again when we’re really old, because those halves matter at those points in our lives.

Happy Mothers Day!

And to all who long to be mothers and to those who have lost, may you find comfort in God’s will in your life – there is always something better than we could have imagined waiting for us on the other side of our struggles. You are strong and you can find what awaits you with joy. You are perfect and enough exactly as God made you. And you are loved and worthy of being loved. Remember that.

Thank you, God. In your name, I pray. Amen.

Post-a-day 2025