There are seasons of parenting which also feel long and green, when the days and moments blend together in one continuous stream. During one such season for me, when I was a stay-at-home parent, I found help in a prayer practice made for ordinary days: the Ignatian Examen.
It’s 9 pm on a Tuesday evening, and my 9 and 11 year old boys have just finished their second full day of Camp Mama.
Florence both challenges and inspires me. This week I’m reflecting specifically on what her life means for me when it comes to raising my own children.
When we got home, he downloaded Minecraft on my iPad, and I don’t mind confessing that for the next three straight hours, I engaged in what can only be described as “Ignatian Meditation, Version 2022.”
In the early months of the pandemic, locked down with my young children in a too small city row house with no real backyard to speak of, I found myself losing my patience, something already in short supply, much like milk, diapers, and grocery delivery slots.
Mom, I thought Jesus had white skin?
“Are you sad?” Without hesitation he said no, and he then paused and asked me, “Why, are you?”
Jesus tells us to have the faith of a child, but I wonder if there is also something to having the summer of a child.
This year, Saint Julian’s feast day coincides with Mother’s Day.
I often hear, and have said myself, you can’t get to Easter Sunday without Maundy Thursday and Good Friday. But what about Holy Saturday?