I'm so happy to welcome Theresa Thomas as a guest to "Catholic Moms Talk" today. She shares "A New Year's Look at Mother's Work."
Last week, an ordinary mother not unlike you, in fact perhaps very much like you, went with one of her older children to Confession.
And when I say ‘one of her older children’ I actually mean
‘young adult’ because although the aforementioned person will always be his
mother’s ‘little boy’, he is in his early twenties, lives many miles away and
was only home on vacation, so he of course isn’t a child any more. And when I
say ‘went with’ what I really mean is ‘took’ because while this offspring of hers practices the
faith of his childhood, he may quite possibly not have chosen to go to the
sacrament that day, had the mother
not said she was going and suggested that he tag along and that then they could
stop for coffee afterwards. She is unsure about whether he needed this nudge or
not but she is his mother and loves him fiercely and has a long history of
risking nagging for the sake of the greater good. So she nudged.
This young adult, of course, is quite capable of managing
his personal spiritual life, yet this mother still worries whether she is doing
enough to support and encourage. You see she made a promise when the son was a
newborn infant- a promise to help him grow in faith in every way she knows how,
with all her strength until the day she dies. And she is not dead.
On that day she made that promise, she also begged God to
watch over and protect this child morally, physically, emotionally, all the
days of his life, and told God she will do whatever it takes – forever- to
cooperate for this intention and help accomplish this. When she invited this
son to Confession despite the fact that she had gone less than a week before,
she was delighted that he had accepted.
Now, the mother and son are standing in line for Confession together:
The wait is long and the line is slow and the mother is
secretly worried that her son will want to leave because the wait is long and
the line is slow and he is quick-thinking, quick-deciding and not unlike her,
somewhat impatient. In fact, after awhile, the mother herself wants to leave
because the wait is long and the line is slow.
But she doesn’t.
They stay.
As the mother stands there waiting with her son (her own
impatience growing, now she has something more to confess), she catches a
glimpse of the exposed Blessed Sacrament, there on the altar, also waiting…for
her. And suddenly, unexpectedly, something hits her like a roaring train on the
tracks of an unsuspecting small town:
He is here.
She remembers and realizes the reality of Who is there and
why He is there and the significance of Him- the Son- being there …while he – her son- is there, with her.
And she recognizes the opportunity present, and has a sudden
urge of inspiration to re-dedicate this child to God and renew the plea for His
protection of him.
Spontaneously, she whispers in a wave of emotion:
Here he is, Lord. I brought him to You today. Pierce his heart and soul with Your Love. Give him Your grace and courage and peace and strength. Keep him close to You and help him now and always…whatever it takes from me…whatever it takes….
This mother prays these ending words whatever it takes not because she thinks that God is a punishing
God who only bestows gifts only for a trade-off of pain but she prays these words
because she knows He is a loving God who allows His creatures the privilege of
participation, and she knows the the beauty and restorative power of redemptive
suffering that occurs when one, even if just a mother, unites her suffering to
His. She does not know what her son needs but she knows whatever it is, God
will provide it and she offers her life –spiritual and physical- again for him.
Because God is a loving and merciful Father, the mother who
helps bring forth the physical life through birth to her children- is granted too
the opportunity, indeed daily is granted
the opportunity, to also bring them in part, in a very small way, to the
threshold of God and eternal life, mysteriously, through her cooperation and
merits. She and her life can become vessels of grace again and again.
Clearly, quietly and firmly in this mother’s heart she hears
an answer to her spur-of-the-moment prayer: YES.
Yes! It is distinct and profound and quiet, very still. And
she feels the warmth and presence and sweetness from the altar, the dwelling place
of Him and she feels her heart will burst in the significance and renewal of
this moment.
Then a door closes and the mother looks up. Her son has
entered the confessional. Moments later she does too.
In the days that follow, the mother contracts the flu, just
as the abovementioned young adult child is about to depart on a plane back to
his place of residence and work thousands of miles away. She does not hug him
goodbye nor stand and look face-to-face into his eyes before he leaves, as she
normally does, for fear of exposing him to her illness and fever. Instead, she
stands in the door of the room, 15 feet away, as he turns with his duffle bag and
she ‘air hugs’ him. He air-hugs her back. She will probably not see him for months,
but she remembers that even little sacrifices like foregone hugs can contribute
to the good of those she loves when she unites these actions with Christ.
The days that follow her son’s departure are full of daily
mundane challenges- and the now familiar thought of noble redemptive suffering
punctuates itself in another inconvenience, when this mother discovers her
email has been hacked. Hundreds of
people have received messages about discounted Rolex watches from her account.
And because this mother didn’t catch this hacking for several days (she has
been sick and offline you know) her Twitter account has also been compromised,
and shut down. But she deals with
these problems, as well as mountains of laundry that have amassed in her
illness, patiently and carefully, not because it is in her nature, but because
there is a higher reason and an intention for which to pray, and she knows that
work and suffering can be prayer. There is an acceptance because there is a
purpose.
When the jury selection order appears in her mailbox, on the
heels of this trying week right when she is scheduled to resume homeschool with
her youngest three children, and when she calls the bailiff to ask for a deferral
until summer so she can meet her state’s 180 day education requirement, and
when the bailiff is cold and indifferent to her plight and is in fact rude when
she finds out the mother homeschools, and denies her request, the mother does
not succumb to frustration in the least. Because of an encounter earlier that
week, in fact, she smiles.
This mother, this ordinary mother not unlike you, in fact perhaps very much like you, thinks about
the new month of January, full of promise and opportunity and new beginnings.
She thinks about the sacrament of Confession and its opportunity and new
beginning as well. She thinks of Him, and him, and her. And how they are all
intertwined in love and sacrifice. She thinks of how acceptance can be a gift.
And this mother ponders the turn of events in the previous
week, amazed at the God who allows not just her but all mothers the opportunity
to be living gifts to their families. They--we are not just gifts in physical
ways such as doing the laundry and preparing meals and kissing boo boos of
young children. No, they--we can be gifts in large and
significant ways, united-in-redemptive suffering ways, in leading-our-children-to-Christ
ways. We can be gifts to our families in eternal ways by dedicating, praying,
leading, suffering, accepting, and uniting in Christ what we do. The profound
can indeed be quiet. The significant can be simple. And we need to remind one
another of this, as ordinary mothers. The consequences of what we do can be
everlasting.
Theresa Thomas, Co-Author Stories for the Homeschool Heart (Bezalel Books, 2010 & winner of About.comBest Catholic Book of 2010)
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What a great post! I can definitely relate to those experiences...and I just happened to be driving my almost 20 yo to confession on Friday with similar prayers and thoughts in my head!
ReplyDeleteThank you for the kind words Michelle. I just keep having this feeling that even when mothering seems lonely, we are never alone in this- somewhere, in the world, another mother is experiencing the same thing or something very similar. It is so bonding and hopeful and happy for me to remember that. :) Have a great day!
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