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A Mother’s Heart

It’s Mother’s Day here in the USA. Why should we bother to continue this day of remembrance?

Well for one thing, we all have mothers. Mothers are indispensable, a necessity whether they are our biological, adopted, or spiritual mothers. Mother’s care, or at least they should. A mother who abandons her children, we recognize as ill, or abnormal. Why, because mother’s are supposed to be the ones, when everyone else forgets, stops caring, or loving, continues despite all odds.

They love us even when we are angry at them, spiteful, mean, hateful. Their hearts can take a licking and still keep loving. Teens in particular, know how to aim for and hit the mark of their mother’s hearts to inflict the most damage. This is usually due to hurting pretty badly themselves and testing to see if they are still lovable. Mom’s come through despite these potentially mortal wounds. A mother’s heart is nearly indestructible.

Mothers who have suffered infertility and the death of a child are some of the strongest women I know. The pain of loosing or never knowing a child is the deepest kind of pain. Even children who wonder off, are never forgotten and always prayed for and welcomed home.

God knew what He was doing when he created a mother’s heart. He had a pretty special model to create a mold from too- The Blessed Virgin Mary. Now there was heart that loved without limit, suffered the extremes humanity had to offer and Divinity required of it.

Mother Mary, pray for all mothers. Those who kill their unborn, hurt, or abandon their children. Help those whose hearts are so broken in all the suffering a mother has to undergo. Fill us with abundant grace so that we, like you, may love harder through the most extreme situations. In imitation of you, we should run to the source of Love Itself, there we can find a limitless, unfathomable love.

For women yearning to be called mom.

For the mothers of sick children.

For the mothers of starving children.

For the mothers of lost, addicted, and broken children.

For the mothers whose children have forgotten, abandoned, or ignored them.

For the mothers who can’t forgive, and won’t forgive.

For the old mothers desperate to see their children again, hold them, and unite with them.

For the tired, sick, dying mothers alone in their despair.

Mother Mary, Mother of All, Queen of Heaven and Earth- wrap your mantel around all mothers that we may always be a model of your motherhood.

Amen

 

The Many Roles of Mom

May 6th, 2011 by Barbara Lishko

It’s a boy!! Five long years of infertility had come to an end. It took a miracle at Lourdes, a lot of prayers, and a hope that never died. I think because I desired to be a mother for such a long time, I find such humor and joy in looking back at the antics of our children.

This year marks the twenty-seventh year that I am honored to be called mother, mummy, mom, or mudder, as I am known of late. This motherhood gig has been one wild ride as evidenced in any of the stories I have been privileged to share with my readers over the last year and a half.

Indulge me as I walk down memory lane and share some of my favorites. These bring not only a smile, but occasionally a wince, to my own lips. In looking back at these moments in my history as mother, I can now laugh. I can assure at the time, they were not quite so humorous.

One of the duties as a parent is “pew monitor and sacramental security guard.” I have, at times, sat in mortified horror as these little angels of mine happily distracted those parishioners in our immediate locale, while I attempted to take the tribe to mass. Sunday Sideshow was my very first published article and seems like the best place to begin.

As any parent can tell you taking the kids out in public makes us cringe in more ways than thought possible. Going to the dentist almost seems preferable. Almost! This story is in fact true and traumatic to this day. I still shudder when that mall is mentioned. Enjoy, Lost at the Mall , I imagine you probably have stories of your own every bit as awful.

Growing-up is an adventure. When our kids were in school I had an opportunity to work at a new coffee house that had opened nearby. I assumed I could leave the kids for a few hours, in the care of their thirteen year old brother. What is it, about assuming? Each time I worked, I would get a phone call from the girls detailing the activities of their brothers. Boys On The Roof was one such call.

Every parent knows that “discipline is not a dirty word,” and part of “mommyhood. Don’t Make Me Get the Spatula shares some of my own discipline foibles.

When it came to homework projects, I often got stuck when daddy was out of town. If it required building something, they were in luck. If numbers were involved in any capacity, they were on their own. Mommies wear many hats. We need not be masters, but just good enough to help make passing grades. My least favorite projects, started with the word “group.” Homework Projects, and Essays, Oh My

Every family recalls those wonderful moments shared in a vehicle bound on the long-awaiting family vacation. Moms, I ‘m convinced, are on a whole different trip than everyone else. We serve as navigator, referee, snack czar, packers and lost item locators. I was all of this and more. When We Get to the Freeway .

Mom is not a mom, without providing and attending to extra-curricular activities for her children. Bugs and Baseball is just one story about such escapades

Mary was the woman chosen to be the person most influential in the life of the Savior of the world. May we as mothers, learn from her gentle humility, generous love, patience and priorities. Imitating her is a great place to begin. May her prayer for us, help us in the difficult times.

May you realize the great gift of motherhood. Know, the immense treasure we are to humanity, and to each generation. When it gets to be more than you think you can handle remember these words from St Paul, “Have no anxiety at all, but in everything, by prayer and petition, with thanksgiving, make your requests known to God. Then the peace of God that surpasses all understanding will guard your hearts and minds in Christ Jesus.” Happy Mother’s Day.