Monday, August 27, 2012

St. Monica


Today is the feast of one of my favorite saints, St. Monica. St. Monica a tenacious prayer warrior when it came to her children, particularly Augustine who later became one of the great doctors of the church. She prayed, followed and encouraged him with all of her strength. She never gave up.

Today I suppose we would call such a woman a nag. It certainly isn't the fashion to follow grown children around and encourage them on their Christian walk. But that's what Monica did and it paid off.  I take a lot of heart in that. It seems that in our culture the emphasis is on pushing the kids out of the nest as soon as they graduate from high school.  We pretend that somehow magically getting that high school diploma or moving to a college campus transforms automatically teens into wise adults who are totally self-sufficient and don't need much from their parents any more (other than regular checks and use of the laundry).

The transition from teen to adult is a tricky one in our culture. It's hard to make that jump gracefully. Even harder for many to make it and keep their Catholic faith intact. And surprisingly for me, it seems to be just as hard if not harder for kids who have been homeschooled most or all of their lives than for kids who attended public or parochial schools. Some of the stuff I've been seeing on Facebook the last few years from young people I watched growing up in our Catholic homeschool community is concerning. Especially in the young women.

In the interest of full disclosure I have to say that I am not entirely pleased with the way my oldest adult children are living their life either. Mr. Pete and I had a lukewarm faith in our early 20s and we had hoped to spare our children from those years in the desert, but it hasn't turned out that way for our first born. What we see as barren desert, he sees as Vegas. I guess he'll have to work it out of his system the way we did.

As hurtful as turning his back on his faith has also been the way he has ignored his family.  I want him to make his own friends and live his own life, but not at the expense of missing important family milestones. And when he went on vacation with another family but totally missed the small weekends we had as a family, it's sometimes a little hard to take.

I remember being 18, 19 and 20 years old and although I though I knew a lot I realize that I realize in retrospect that I didn't know very much.  My mom was a very steady presence in my early adult years but even more so in my late 30s and 40s when she helped with the homeschooling, gave her help and opinion on our home school, or even when she just called me everyday to see how I was or to share some chit chat.  Dear Lord, how I really miss those calls now.

Sometimes I get chastised myself for being a clingy mom, so it gives me a lot of satisfaction on this feast day to see that the church really does see a place for moms who take that vocation seriously right on up through adulthood, for the sake of the souls of her children. It reiterates that motherhood is a lifelong commitment, one that doesn't end on the 18th or 21st birthday.  You're never too old to take advice and love from your mom either!  And I am grateful to my own mom who embodied that, although I couldn't always see it at the time.


St. Monica - Catholic Online


Catholic Culture : Liturgical Year

for further reading:


Life of Saint Monica

Saint Monica: C. 332-387 : Model of Christian Mothers


Charlotte at Waltzing Matilda has created these coloring pages: St Monica.
Charlotte also has a link to a tasty Algerian dish to celebrate the feast with!







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