I've got a confession to make: motherhood is tough and sometimes unpleasant

Pearl of Grief - artist unknown
Oh, you probably knew that, though.

Yesterday, I had lunch with Curly-haired Daughter who is stressin' over finals, summer internships, a place to live over the summer, her job, college, food, clothes...you name it. The typical college stuff.

Today, lunch was with Tallest Son, who is planning a several month long trip to Europe before he gets back to the business of earning a degree. While more laid-back than his sister (a hyperactive monkey is more laid-back than his sister), he's worried about making enough money between now and then to keep his life afloat in the manner to which he has become accustomed.

My day today started with a bang: literally. Youngest Son and Dearest Husband got into a testosterone-laden shouting match that left me soothing everyone's jangled nerves, getting Son to school late, then stuck in traffic...

I have a headache. I worry. I plan, re-plan, un-plan. I listen and try to keep my mouth shut when my kids are talking. I am trying to adjust to parenting young adults rather than children and teens.

I'm tired. Sometimes I think that they depend on me 1,000% and would they just please get a life, and other times I stress because they haven't called or texted in two days.

It's a tough job. This morning, the only thing I could think to do was an "emergency" prayer my sister-in-law taught me years ago - a cheap-and-easy novena: nine Memorares. It seemed to have worked, as I got everyone where they needed to go this morning.

Mary, Mother of God, pray for me.


  1. By their fruits you shall know them...I love hypocrites...an article about disobedience from the disobedient, now this commentary on motherhood. Let us see if we have this straight, by happy accident I found your post on sleight of hand creativity as you called it, and noted that it would not suggest thoughtful, saintly introspection on the part of the parent. Rather than really considering the point, a double down was reinforced by a like-minded "godfather" who also seemed to have a very limited understanding of the Faith. (By the way, you may want to look into what the Real Presence under both species actually means before you suggest the Church should get creative for those with a wheat allergy. But I digress,)

    Let us now compare the partial analysis of the sleight of hand post to the fruits of such fine parenting skills and thoughtful consideration of the Faith. Your commentary on your kids here, hmm? Disobedience, check, impatience, check, pride, check, gluttony, check, sloth, check, greed, check, lust, check, envy, check, and wrath, check. Seems they have learned their parents' lifelong lessons of unexamined life and superficial faith very, very well. Guess the fruit doesn't fall far from the tree, as they say. Well modeled.

  2. Dear Jason, I'm not really sure what your problem is with me. I write honestly. My family is imperfect, as am I. We struggle with sin and repentance. We take our faith seriously, but we are far from perfect, and my writing reflects that. My kids are struggling with issues that face young adults today: trying to balance school and work, what is the path that God has laid out for them, and yes: obedience.

    How many children do you have? What are their ages? What issues do they face? What challenges do you struggle with? Or is the only issue you have to deal with bloggers who are honest in their struggles with sin and redemption?

  3. By the way, Jason, as an act of Christian charity, could you point out in the above post where you see gluttony? Is it the fact that I ate lunch two days in a row? What is slothful? My son working hard to support himself, pay his bills on his own, travel and receive an education? My daughter's trying hard to work 30 hours a week and go to school full-time without relying on her parents' money? Where is the lust? Envy?

  4. @ JasonJerome

    I don't agree at all with your comment in general, but I have a particular bone to pick about what you said here: "By the way, you may want to look into what the Real Presence under both species actually means before you suggest the Church should get creative for those with a wheat allergy. But I digress.'

    This comment confuses me. Either you are suggesting that (1.) because of the Real Presence someone who has a wheat allergy wouldn't be affected, or (2.) those with a wheat allergy wouldn't have to make any special arrangements because they could just receive the Sacred Blood. (If you meant something else then could you explain?)

    For 1. It's true that the Eucharist really becomes the Body, Blood, Soul, and Divinity of Christ at the consecration, but it is still under the guise of bread and wine. As in, it still looks, tastes, smells etc. like bread and wine. It still has wheat proteins, gluten, and everything, which people can still react to. Our eyes cannot tell the difference between the Eucharist and normal bread, just as our tongues can't, and just as people who have a wheat allergy's body can't.

    For 2. I know many Churches (like the one I attend) where the Sacred Blood isn't normally distributed among the congregation. So "getting creative" and could very well mean making the effort to arrange with the priest to receive the Sacred Blood, instead and the Sacred Body.



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