sometimes we find out...

Sometimes we are given the special gift to know what we mean to people. Father Luigi Giuassani says that who we are is based on what people think of us and what we think of ourselves. I know myself a little better after last night. Thank you to the women of my church who love me--you humble me. And, thank you to those who don't love me to--you keep me even more humbled.

my mom

I am so grateful that God's will was that I survive my car accident 13 years ago. I am especially grateful to be a mom with my mother. To experience this motherhood and to know her in this way.

the lifecycle

how impressive it is to me that the world really truly exists to suffer and heal and it manifests itself in turning of the heart and forgiveness, sorrow and joy, work and rest, and time really does heal all the suffering. We will not experience ultimate healing, ultimate joy, ultimate rest until the End but we will. Have hope. Thanks be to God that we receive glimpses of these perfections, in a loved one's words, in your child's laugh, in a cherished friendship. Thank you for the gift of healing, forgiveness, joy and rest that you have given me today--even if it only lasted for a moment. The precursor was worth it.

Who am I?

Gosh who am I ? I am a woman...really? I still feel like a kid--I look in the mirror and see the aged face, the gray hair, the not-so-shapely body anymore so I know its true that I am in my 30s but I feel like I am so new at all this adult-stuff. I am a woman.

I am a wife. A wife to a man who loves me more than I understand. How can he love such a broken person, someone who yells and nags for no reason sometimes, someone who takes her frustrations out on him just because he is the only other adult in the house. I love this man that has been given to me. He is really the hero of my heart, he protects me and our children, he works so hard for us, he fixes the broken and nurtures the things that cannot be fixed. He is playful and smart and can construct and figure anything out. I love him.

I am a mom who gazed at her three kids today and cried, cried because I hope that I can be to them what God intends me to be. These children were given to our family for a temporary time for ME to raise , teach , discipline , love . That is an astronomical task. Yet, it also fills me with so much joy that I get to be the one to walk with them on the road of their life filled with joys and disappointment. These little people are new souls that were created to live with me and be with me and participate in my life. It was not by chance--we were meant for each other. Dear Lord, give me the grace to give to them what they need during their life. Help me to love and lead as I should. Bless all children with your protective love and their parents with gentleness and patience.

My first post...who am I?

OK, folks.....the question is a big one...WHO AM I?

First, who am I that would start a blog? Maybe my dear husband Carl would do such a thing since he is a computer geek, or perhaps my computer literate sister (well, I guess she already has a blog), but me? naaa...... never. My reality is that my brain seems a little mushy lately. I spend all my days--thank my Lord--changing diapers, playing with toys, reading books, getting kids to take naps, singing songs, feeding meals, disciplining, teaching empathy, paying bills, folding clothes, attending classes for the boys, playdates, mass, going to the park, looking for bugs, cleaning the house (REALLY? sometimes) and just being a mom. So, the brain needs more stimulus. In my previous life I used to write and read all the time and I seemed to be sharper back then. Carl made the genius suggestion to start a blog. So here I am.

Now, the deeper question...........Who AM I?