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My Spring Reading List!

After the heavier reading of Lent, I thought I'd like to continue some inspirational spiritual reading through the Easter season as well. 

Here's my book list!

Private and Pithy lessons from Scripture - Mother Angelica
Little Book of Life Lessons - Mother Angelica
Three to Get Married - Fulton Sheen
The Little Oratory
Diary Sister Faustina
Getting Past Perfect - Kate Wicker
The Words We Pray - Amy Welborn
Perfectly Yourself - Matthew Kelly 
Crossing the Threshold of Hope - Pope John Paul II

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The Sorrow of Motherhood

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The Sorrow of Motherhood


One of my young-mom friends on Facebook posted that she was feeling “a lot of things” as she carefully packed away her first baby’s preemie clothes. I totally understood where she was coming from. I’ve had that mixed garble of feelings many times over the past two decades. That feeling is so familiar to me that I can ward it off before it strikes. It’s sorrow.
Just like a sore throat or the start of a headache, the pangs of a sorrow can be recognized and avoided, usually with a diversion that comes quickly in a busy household, or with a song on my phone, or a quick prayer. I think most experienced moms have their favorite remedies for side-stepping this familiar malady.
In Her infinite wisdom, the Church has designated September to be the month of the Sorrowful Mother. Maybe it’s because this is the month that marks the end of the simple joys of summer for the rigors and excitement of a new school year. It’s a small loss to bear, but the end of swimming and vacations and just hanging out together is a sorrow nonetheless. It also brings with it another school year where perhaps as moms we notice that the kids need us just a little less than the year before. The irony of knowing that I have succeeded as a mother as they become more independent is not lost on me. I once read that the hardest part of being a mother is knowing that the maternal body that was meant to grow, nurture, love and hold, must come to terms with letting go and getting on. It’s a hard passage to make sometimes.

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