on st. therese, the little flower: “to all ecstasies she preferred the monotony of an obscure sacrifice.”
and this: on people, by c.s. lewis: “there are no ordinary people it is immortals whom we joke with, work with, marry, snub and exploit.”
and these roses from mother’s day:aren’t they beautiful? they are from my beautiful sister-in-law’s beautiful garden!
i did just use the word beautiful three times!!! but i had to. there was just no other word that applied properly.
i am also thinking about the baby. he is sick. he came down with a fever late this afternoon.
i noticed, when he came in from playing in the treehouse, how pink his cheeks were.
i am thinking about how i was resentful when this sick child, after being all snug in his bed (our bed) and almost asleep, about to leave me in peace to finish some paperwork, could possibly want something to eat!
feed a fever starve a cold?
so i made him some strawberries and yogurt. the last bit of my favorite yogurt. and then he only took a few bites….leaving his germy leftovers for me to finish like a glutton.
i dropped his spoon on the floor. and gave it to him anyway.
shame on me. i know.
(3 second rule clause???)
what kind of mother am i anyway?
certainly not always a very good one.
this is ALWAYS my argument to people (of other faiths) WHY the Blessed Mother had to be different.
conceived without sin.
FULL OF GRACE.
she never gave Jesus a spoon from off the ground.
or silently complained to herself. gritting her teeth while performing those lovey mama tasks that are so necessary.
you’ve done little awful things like that too, haven’t you? come on. be honest now….
please make me feel better.
i did redeem myself by cuddling said baby. and singing him to sleep.
and even though i did squirm my way out from under him to post these thoughts….i won’t abandon him on the couch
to go get a few hours of good sleep. i swear i won’t.