The heart of a mother

…How many times I’ve looked at an image of the Madonna we have at home (especially when Benny was a newborn) and asked her, I wonder if baby Jesus was a terrible sleeper? You were probably sleep deprived, too, weren’t you?

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Spring Break is finally here and my husband super generously gave me the whole day to myself. I spent the first half of the day spending time with some wonderful ladies at a Blessed is She brunch. It was such a refreshing couple of hours with women I had never met, with whom I probably could have gabbed for a few hours more. 

One major takeaway that I think is important to share, because I think we all need the reminder that we’re not alone…

Mama Mary. She gets us.

One woman was really open about her struggles as the mother of a young man with a debilitating illness. About how easy it was to throw up her arms in defeat, wondering why meAnd what changed everything was the image of Our Lady at the foot of the cross, watching her son suffer, unable to do anything but suffer alongside him. This woman, too, has stood alongside her son as he carries his own cross.

It made me think about how many times I’ve looked at an image of the Madonna we have at home (especially when Benny was a newborn) and asked her, I wonder if baby Jesus was a terrible sleeper? You were probably sleep deprived, too, weren’t you? 

Mama Mary totally gets all the worrying and suffering, the joy, and everything in between. I want to challenge myself to praying three Hail Marys each day to ask for her help in developing the “heart of a mother” – a heart that selflessly pours itself out for others, that is rooted in God’s strength. And in my case, one that doesn’t easily succumb to all of the worries that invade my overactive imagination. Anyone else? 

What’s awesome about this devotion is that the heart of a mother doesn’t just belong to people with kids. I think women are all called to motherhood in some capacity – to love, to serve, to protect, to pray, to heal, to give freely of ourselves to the people God puts on our path.

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