Doing Laundry used to be a kind of “ancient ritual” practiced by housewives and mothers. There was a lot that went into it. It was something important. It had meaning. In a way, it was even a method of communication, you might say.
Is Happy Mothers Day dead, save for the last of a few radical, antiquated holdouts?
Discerning God’s call to the vocation of marriage and motherhood was a long process in my life that took place over many years. In the end, it was a far cry from the attitudes I experienced growing up in the sixties.
From the time I was pregnant with our first child, I decided that I would offer my suffering during labor for the soul of that baby and for the soul of my husband.
Have you ever wanted to become a saint but been discouraged by the seeming impossibility of modeling their lives of sanctity and holiness? How is a busy mother suppose to spend hours in contemplative prayer on her knees before the crucifix of Christ? But I soon realized that sanctity is not necessarily defined by those things. It is found, with God’s grace, in the simplicity of being a faithful mother.