Thursday, February 28, 2008

A Sense of Place

The Bloggers of the World Award, originally awarded by Cojito at the blog, Life, way back at the turn of the year, has made its way around the globe to little old me, by way of wonderful Cathy at A Bit of the Blarney!

I apologize to Cathy for taking so long to post this honor. The world (my world) has rather gotten away from me lately! But, I appreciate this award in a special way, truly, because it's the last one I would have expected to get!

I'm contentedly provincial, very untraveled, especially planted in one spot. The farthest I have ever traveled is Spain, and that's only because I was a Navy baby, born where my Dad happened to be stationed at the time. I was back in the states again before I was two years old, lived between Maryland and South Carolina for the next twelve years, and ventured west with the family when I was fourteen, when my Dad retired.

Many happy memories and many of our extended family members still live in the southeast, but I consider myself a Coloradan. I love this place. I love it because it's where I learned to drive a car, where I grew to be an adult, where I met my husband, where my children were born. I love it for its rugged history and I love its incredible natural beauty. Anyone who's ever been here knows that Colorado is God's country.

Or, well, at least it's my country.

It's become a part of my identity, being a Coloradan. So, if a sense of place makes you a Blogger of the World, I think that might be something I do have. Thank-you, Cathy!

And, I pass the baton on to:
Ann at A.R.T. Servant, because, as a military Mom, her heart is all over the world,
Margaret at Minnesota Mom for her sense of place,
and Marie at Big is Beautiful because she lives clear around the world from me in Australia, but her concerns are close to home.

Wednesday, February 27, 2008

"Murray?" (My son calls the Queen of Heaven Murray)

"Murray socks on? Murray, mumblemumble... bad snake?"

No, Murray doesn't need socks to step on that bad snake, Yuyum.

Tuesday, February 26, 2008

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Monday, February 25, 2008

The Wide Wide World of (Prairie) Sports

Our Town, USA

Ordinary old kites just don't cut it here...


Welcome to Tarp Sailing, Eastern Colorado Style!

Number of participants: Two small children at "kittycorners" ~ up to four all the way around

Equipment: One large tarp, one windy day

Goal: To feel as airborn as possible

    Scoring:

  • Style points for getting entire tarp flat and airborn, without anyone dropping a corner

  • Squeals for being dragged down the driveway

  • Whoops and Hollars for being lifted, even momentarily, off your feet

  • Big smiles and pink cheeks from a rousing afternoon of exercise


Sunday, February 24, 2008

A Good Day in a Nutshell

My wonderful husband held down the fort for me again this weekend (He really needs a medal of some kind!) so I could go to the Denver Woman's Day of Reflection. He's a wise man, my husband, though. These kind of day trips are especially reinvigorating and reaffirming. They make for a happy mama. And, as everyone knows, if Mama aint happy, aint nobody happy.



The Woman's Day of Reflection

What did it look like?

It was a packed house, basically all Moms, a choir of really cute, gurgling babies, a couple of priests, and one or two awkward looking husbands. The conference room at the Spirit of Christ Church is to die for ~ soaring cathedral ceilings, beautiful wood and brick in an amazing complex of buildings. The staff went out of its way to make us moms feel pampered: roses, mints and matching rosaries on lace covered tables; special soaps and lotions in the bathrooms; delicious, beautiful catered breakfast and lunch. (I would LOVE to have their recipe for the tuna salad! It was amazing ~ with apples, grapes, some kind of nuts... Oh my goodness, good!)

Who spoke?

Fr. John Budke, L. C. opened the day, encouraging us in our Mission of Motherhood, and expounding beautifully (and humorously at times) on the relationship between love and sacrifice, explaining Our Blessed Mother as the perfect role model.

Later on we got to hear presentations from several very worthy Catholic causes, among others a notice of the 3rd Annual Modesty Fashion Show to be held in Denver on May 4th! Wendy Shalit, author of Girls Gone Mild and A Return to Modesty will be the keynote speaker. We girls will definitely try to make a day of this event, let me tell you!


Ending the day, a very charming couple, Jeff and Donna Monroe, presented "Love is a Choice: A Couple's Marriage Journey." The theme of their lesson was that marriage is hard work. Constant hard work and sacrifice. But well worth the trouble. So True!

So, what about Danielle Bean's talk?

All of the presentations were wonderful, but I gotta tell you, I most enjoyed our keynote speaker. Danielle Bean's talk, What Happy Mothers Know, was awesome! As a fellow homeschooling mother of a large family, I knew she would speak to my life issues, and, boy, did she! She was engaging and real ~ in tune with real Catholic family life, and very inspiring about centering and prioritizing around our Faith and our ultimate goal, Heaven.

Many of her points classified as "Aha! moments," but many really were "BFOs" ~ Blinding Flashes of the Obvious. You know how you sometimes know something, but you need to hear it spoken by someone else, organized or explained in a certain way, before it hits you in that "blinding flash?" Well, by the end of the day I felt almost dizzied by the lightning storm!

I also got a good chance to visit and catch up with my dear friend, Holly. We hadn't seen each other for almost ten years, but have known each other since college (That's a long time ago, folks!). I am always inspired and encouraged by Holly, too, so it was a day completely full of wisdom and inspiration from every side!

Here are some scattered quotes from Danielle Bean:
(Hope I copied them down right and then transcribed my messy notes accurately!)

"Being a good wife, mother, and family in a contrary world is hard... They don't call it a "valley of tears" for nothing... But pretending it's all hearts and flowers only adds to our burden and isolation. It's important to call on support and lay it on the line ~ regularly. Seek out like-minded girlfriends. You'll be reinvigorated by this time."

This is the goal: "Get to Heaven; Bring Your Brother."

"We have to come to peace with the fact that we're not always at a place where we can check off tangible accomplishments... But did we move closer to Heaven? This is how we have to assess our day."

"Maybe our path to heaven is paved with diaper cream right now, but if heaven is our priority, then it doesn't matter."

"Make time to listen." (To our loved ones ~ especially those littlest ones. And to God!)

"If we use worldly standards to define ourselves, we will never measure up."

"When we embrace failure before we try, we shortchange ourselves... There is value in the trying!"

"Your relationship with Christ must come first... Even if ~ Especially if you're a mother..."

"You don't need to remove yourself from your worldly circle to have a prayer life. Insert prayer into your worldly circle."

And, there were so many other wonderful inspirations, too, from Danielle, from the other speakers, too many to list them all!

But, just for fun, here are some of the more mundane quotes of note to be overheard:

"If men were organizing this, there would never be little pink bows tied around the napkins."

From the end of a long line ~ guess where: "They really need to open up the men's restroom for women to use." (They did do that!)

"Can I swipe one of these purple rosaries from your table for my little daughter who loves purple?"

"Look at those chubby little cheeks!" (This about a cute little baby nearby, not about either of us, I don't think...)
"This kiwi is so pretty, but how do you eat it without making a mess?"

"All Danielle's books are sold out, but you can sign up for an autographed copy over there."

"Aw, darn. All the Don Boscos are gone." (Meaning his holy cards.)

"Stay as long as you like, Ladies; this table doesn't need to be stored away." (This quote to my friend Holly and me, as we stayed after and visited for, um... Was it two and half or three hours?)
The Really Important Question
What did I wear?
Long, comfy denim skirt, white T, apple green fitted blouse, loose tan sweater, tan and green mother of pearl button strand necklaces, green hoop earrings (that Michelle gave me for Mother's Day last year)... and then the real problem was deciding between grown-up Mom shoes and pantyhose or comfy clogs and kneehighs. Guess what I picked.
Yep. Went with comfort.

Friday, February 22, 2008

Guess What I Get To Do Tomorrow!?

A dear old friend (Let me clarify ~ she's dear, but not old) and I are going to hook up tomorrow to go see Danielle Bean who is speaking in the Denver area! I'm so excited! I'm so looking forward to this day devoted to matters near and dear to my heart ~ motherhood, home and family. And, as a special added bonus, I get the chance, as well, to catch up with Holly!

But, here's a really important question ...

What do I wear??

Try This One!


(This is making the internet rounds...)

How smart is Your Right Foot ?

Try this. It is from an orthopedic surgeon..... This will boggle your mind. You will keep trying over and over again to see if you can outsmart your foot, but, you can't. It's pre-programmed in your brain!

1. While sitting where you are at your desk in front of your computer, lift your right foot off the floor and make clockwise circles.

2. Now, while doing this, draw the number '6' in the air with your right Hand. Your foot will change direction.

I told you so !!! And there's nothing you can do about it !!!!


You and I both know how stupid it is, but before the day is done you are going to try it again, if you've not already done so.

(I can just see all those wiggling feet!)


Hug and Hat Tip: my ABJ

Wednesday, February 20, 2008

Anna, Personal Prayer Coach

What I love is how Gabe gets it totally wrong that last time, and Anna turns and puts her hands on her hips in exasperation. What's a big sister to do, anyway?

(Notice how Gabey is using the wrong hand the whole time?)

Tuesday, February 19, 2008

I'm Home

Made it back from Nebraska. Had a nice visit with our boys and all their friends. Cut the hair of half the boarders at the boys' home-away-from-home. Got Michelle all settled in. Got to know her teacher. Met all her new best friends. Hugged. Sniffed. Hugged some more. Drove home in record time. Came back to a house, not only in one piece, but better than when I left it!

While I was gone, my wonderful husband: changed out our two broken refrigerators with one unbroken refrigerator, totally cleaned out the mudroom in preparation of new four-footed friend(s), and fixed the door on the medicine cabinet. All this while taking care of our youngest five children and nursing a bit of a stomach bug himself. IS he superman, or what?

While in Omaha, I got the chance to record some of the boys' singing. I hope you don't mind if I share some with you. I'm very proud of them. It's a blessing I can't even begin to appreciate I think, that our children so joyfully lift their voices to God. Because, let me tell you, they love to sing! They sing at the drop of a hat, at the slightest hint, anywhere, any time. But, here's where I love to hear them best:



The Stabat Mater at the end of early Mass the Second Sunday of Lent.
(First Mass attendance was really light Sunday, but second Mass was so crowded, I had to squeeze into a corner of the choir loft!)

Breakfast after Saturday morning Mass with a great group of kids, the members of the Boys' Choir ~ plus Michelle: (L-R) son Dominic, son Jon, friend Julian, son Kevin, friend Isaac (in place of his brother Caleb, a seminarian, who's in the choir, but couldn't come to breakfast with us), daughter Michelle, and friend Tim.




Translation of the Stabat Mater
(first four stanzas)


English:

At the cross her station keeping,
Mary stood in sorrow weeping
When her Son was crucified.

While she waited in her anguish,
Seeing Christ in torment languish,
Bitter sorrow pierced her heart.

With what pain and desolation,
With what noble resignation,
Mary watched her dying Son.

Ever-patient in her yearning
Though her tear-filled eyes were burning,
Mary gazed upon her Son.



Latin:

Stabat Mater dolorósa
Juxta Crucem lacrimósa,
Dum pendébat Filius.

Cujus ánimam geméntem,
Contristátam et doléntem,
Pertransivit gladius.

O quam tristis et afflicta
Fuit illa benedicta
Mater Unigéniti!

Quae maerébat, et dolébat,
Pia Mater, dum vidébat
Nati poenas inclyti.


Thursday, February 14, 2008

Valentines

So, Ok, I'm back. I just can't stay away from this computer... But, I'm just popping in for a minute to download pictures of our day. We're off to Nebraska tomorrow. The weather looks good and there are no mountains to climb, so we're hopeful for clear skies and smooth sailing.
Blessings to everyone! Have a great weekend!
The children made little hearts to put at the feet of our statue of the Blessed Mother,
telling her: Because I love you, I will... and then filling in their little charitable offerings.
It's our tradition that the men of the family prepare a feast for the ladies on St. Valentine's Day. This year, my wonderful husband was alone on the task. But, he's a great chef and did fine without his assistant chefs. Oh, let me tell you, he did just fine!

He made salmon eggs benedict! Oh, my goodness, was it good!

A shot of the candy tins from their aunt (to be eaten on Sunday, as they all gave up sweets for Lent) and all the cards and paper toys the children made. When Michelle was tiny, her Daddy started the tradition of getting all the girls Valentine's cards on St. Valentine's Day. We all got him some, too.

Two of our Valentines...

Two more Valentines....Here are some more...
(My sister, the children's Auntie Nina, got to be with us!)
And here are Mickey and Minni having a look at my Miraculous Medal,
dangling from the new gold chain my wonderful husband got me
for St. Valentine's Day...
It was a good day!

Update

Yeah, I know I said I wouldn't be back til next week... But, I wanted y'all to know how well William came through his dental ordeal yesterday. The folks at the dentist said to expect his gums to bleed , diminishing through the day after the teeth were pulled at around 2, that he would probably not be interesting in eating anything but the softest foods, and that we could dose him with Tylenol for pain.

Well, he was mad as a wet hen throughout the procedure (Picture Jack Jack at the end of the Incredibles), but once he got over his mad, he was almost immediately back to his old self. Laughing and playing and wanting "crackas" every ten minutes. You seriously wouldn't have known that he'd had anything unusual happen yesterday. The bleeding even stopped almost immediately. Amazing! We attribute this to all the prayers on his behalf.

Thank-you!

Wednesday, February 13, 2008

Just a quick request for prayers today, dear friends...

My sweet, ornery little two-year-old, Yuyum, is having to have some dental work today. He's actually having four teeth extracted. Yuck. You see, he was a preemie, who survived a difficult pregnancy, and we're lucky that the only remnant from this rough start is the fact that he was born with very weak enamel on his teeth. Poor little guy. Anyway, it's not going to be a good day for him.

Also, I'm driving (sniff, sniff) our beloved Michelle (sniff, sniff) out to Omaha this weekend to let her get a taste of the school where her older brothers go. Some things seem to be ordained by God. His voice whispers, you hold out your hand, He pulls you right along. (There's a whole post or two in that whole phenomenon!)

Anyway, why does it seem we need to take this step? In a nutshell, Michelle is a very mature, bright twelve-year-old, and though she profits from homeschooling and loves her little brothers and sisters, we know she'll get the challenging academics in this environment. And, she'll have daily Mass available (We don't have that here right now), and live at the convent with the good Sisters. She's also a social creature and will love the daily interaction with all the other Catholic girls there. And, she'll be near her much-loved big brothers. =sigh= It just seems to be the right thing. It's a safe and nurturing environment. So, we're going to try it out and see how it goes.

But, if you could spare a prayer, too, for our safe journey, and for the success of Michelle's sojourn into boarding school life... And pray for her Mom who will miss her so much (She's my right hand and I just love her face!)... It would be appreciated.

I've got a packed few days ahead of me, so I'll be signing off for a bit. See you next week!

Many blessings to all of you!

BTW: You Have to Check Out This Really Fun Link

The girls and I have been having a ball putting together the free paper toys from the talented toymaker, Marilyn. We've found wonderful St. Valentine's gift boxes, wimmididdles, and cards to make! There are scraps of paper all over the dining room floor from all the cutting going on. Too much fun!

H/T: Nutmeg from Danielle

Tuesday, February 12, 2008

Prayer Life

This, in a nutshell, is our daily prayer regimen:

Before schooltime

The Morning Offering
The Angelus
The Angel of God prayer
Prayer to St. Thomas Aquinas
Salute to the Saint of the Day
Sometimes the Acts of Faith, Hope, and Charity

At lunchtime and at dinnertime

  • The Angelus
  • The Prayer Before Meals (said, of course, before all meals)
  • "May the souls of the faithful departed, through the mercy of God, rest in Peace. Amen"
Before the children's bedtime, around 8 pm

  • The Rosary
  • The Divine Praises
  • Each our own individual bedtime prayers and "God Blesses"
  • Our family Litany of Saints
  • Salutation to Our Guardian Angels
  • A short hymn fitting to the season, if everyone's still awake at the end

Miscellaneous Prayers

  • When passing a cemetery or byway cross marking a fatal accident: "Eternal rest grant unto them, O Lord, and let perpetual light shine upon them. May they rest in peace. Amen." Or the short version: "Lord Jesus Christ have mercy on them."
  • When passing a Catholic Church: "O, Jesus, I love Thee in the most Blessed Sacrament." Or, "O Sacrament most holy, O Sacrament divine, all praise and all thanksgiving, be every moment Thine." Or the short version: "Lord, Jesus Christ, have mercy on us."
  • Prayers for travel: "St Raphael, guide us. St. Christopher, protect us. Our Lady of the Highway, be with us on our way," followed by the Angel of God prayer. And the rosary is an essential, especially for longer trips.

Our Rosary Method

If we have more than five people home, we each take a Hail Mary; Dad always leads if he's home. Any time Dad's not here, the children take turns leading. If there are less than five people praying, each person will lead his or her own decade, with the over-all leader taking opening and closing prayers. We will often go on rosary drives or rosary walks and pray as we travel, too.

Our family Litany of Saints happens at the end of the rosary. Each member of the family chooses three or more saints, and after stating the name of each, as in most litanies, the rest of us say "pray for us." This is a wonderful way to reinforce the children's learning and loving the saints. It's also a kind of barometer for me; I can tell by the saints they choose what reading they're doing, who they're thinking about, what they're concerned about. A special call to St. Anthony is as telling as a call to St. Jude, or the mention of the patron saint of a friend or relative, for instance.

After our family litany, we each salute our Guardian Angels. It's a pious custom to pray for the name of your Angel. One after another, we say thank-you and hello each evening by saying, "I salute thee, Matthew. I salute thee, Dorian. I salute thee, Louis." And so on. When everyone is home, it's a delightfully long procession of Angels!

In addition to the prayers we say together, each of us, in particular the older children and us parental types, will have our own particular devotions ~ periodic ones like novenas and special "hellos" on a daily basis to special heavenly friends we each have, as well. Michelle and I said the St. Brigid prayers together a couple of years ago, for instance.

Gee! This sorta sounds like a lot when I write it all down, but it's really not at all. It's part of our daily routine, and no harder to fit in than checking our e-mail or text messaging friends. There is no such thing as praying too much!

Now, I know I could end this post right here and sound like a terribly pious mother of a very holy family. But, well, I gotta come clean. Half the time we're praying we're shooting our toddler in and out of the action like goalies. We try hard, but our attention is not, how-shall-I-say, 100% focused a good part of the time. For one thing, I can't just leave the nightly rosary routine as it stands up there, so simple, so straight-laced, so conventional, so pious-sounding. I've got to fill you in on the...


Rosary Time Shenanigans

You see, it's just that we have never, ever not had toddlers in the family. Need I say more? Once a toddler has figured out that he (or she) has a rapt (or should I say trapped?) audience, he gladly takes the floor. The fact that we're trying to pray is more an incentive than a discouragement, I think. Even the most laid back of our children, come rosary-time, morph into slapstick comedians.

And, in the midst of pious practice, do we laugh? Oh, you bet! Over the silliest things the little stinkers do ~ and over nothing. There's something about the stillness and structure of prayer time that makes gigglefests inevitable, anyway, even without goofy two-year-olds in the picture.

Here are some of William's (2) favorite pranks during the rosary:

  • He likes to stand right up in his sister's face (he knows which one this is most effective on, too) and stare at her, without blinking until she laughs...
  • He stands on the backs of kneeling siblings' calves , holds them by the arms and leans backward..
  • He will go from person to person giving hugs and kisses, making little unintelligible comments to each...
  • He will back up to get a running start and fly at his older siblings from behind, tipping them forward onto their faces...
  • He will play a game of tag, in which he is the only player...
  • He will step off the couch into thin air to see who dives to catch him...
  • When all else fails, he will kneel down and fold his hands to pray, very piously, but turned to face us ~ with a little smirk on his face...

We do laugh, I admit it. But, honest-to-goodness, we don't encourage this behaviour, really! And, it's not that Yuyum's the spoiled youngest child, I'm sure, because we've battled this same laughing-during-the-rosary problem for (Goodness!) almost twenty years now! The little anklebiters just have an instinct... They know they've Gotcha! You can't get screaming mad at them during the rosary!

And, I wouldn't want to, anyway. We've always tried to make prayer time nurturing time. We connect the rosary with bedtime read-alouds, gab-sessions and general silliness. It's important that our life of Faith is something that the children always remember with a "warm, fuzzy" feeling. After all is said and done, and the allures of the world have had their go at our children, we really believe it's the deep contentment of home life, intertwined with prayer and laughter that will keep them close to their Faith.

That's the prayer, anyway.

And, I can't help but think that Heaven laughs at silly William sometimes, too.

Loss and Acceptance

Nineteen years ago today we found out we had just lost a child. I was six and a half months pregnant with twins and only twenty-four years old, excited and terrified at the idea of mothering two infants at once ~ especially since we already had a toddler. But, we felt a certain sense of distinction expecting two baby boys. And one baby is such a sweet blessing, two we knew would be twice the blessing.

But God chose to take Matthew Francis to Himself. We don't know why, but we accept that He knew it was better that way.

Matthew's twin, Kevin Christopher, was born a month later, six weeks premature, but perfect. We weren't able to bring him home for three weeks until he learned to suckle by himself and could maintain his body temperature. Four of our ten surviving children started life in the NICU, and we have learned only too well how grueling it can be to reach such seemingly simple goals. Progress is painstakingly slow, setbacks add mountains to the terrain, and the separation of the family is a terrible heartache. You know how they talk about mothers' arms aching when they lose or can't be with their babies? Mine did ache, for both my boys. But, it was wonderful when we got to bring tiny little Kevin home. Many parents come home empty handed. We were blessed that Kevvy made it.

It's always been a bit of a mystery to us where Matthew actually is right now, though. You see, the day we found out we'd lost one of the babies, the ultrasound technician told us that "Twin A" had been gone about two days. Two days before had been a Sunday. I had stayed after Mass that day and was having a chat with the Blessed Mother and, even though we had had no problems or warning signs of trouble with the babies, I felt compelled to ask her, if she could, to baptize the babies right then and there ~ in my womb. And it was that day that Matthew died.

We have always wondered if Our Lady got the OK to baptize him and take him to Heaven right away, sparing us a more difficult burden later. Or maybe he's in Limbo, which is not a bad alternative. We believe that, even though Limbo is devoid of the absence of God, the saints and angels, and especially Our Heavenly Mother must visit there often. Wherever Matthew is, we know he's happy. We're sorry we didn't get to meet him, but we look forward to seeing him someday.
We accept with happiness the children God gives us; we accept with happiness God's will to take them away.
From St. Bernadette's Journal:
For Jesus, homeland, fortune, happiness, work, food, life and its purpose all was the will of his Father; may it also be mine.

Monday, February 11, 2008

Choices meme

If you HAD to choose one or the other would you choose…

Thai or Mexican
bubble bath or back massage
boots or sandals
the 90% “pro-life” good chance or the 100% pro-life long shot
a cruise ship or a mountain cabin
Rome or Paris
Ordinary or Extraordinary
Rosary or Stations
surf or hang glide
Regal Cinemas or Netflix
sweet or salty
pen or pencil
how-to book or fantasy novel
crossword or sudoku
lose a leg or lose your sight
North or South
a power outage at home or a dead car battery at Cosco
classic rock or country
wool or linen
lots of good friends or a few great friends
soup or salad
Merlot or Chardonnay ~ Neither, Guiness!
Picasso or Da Vinci
charades or trivial pursuit
Evangelical Protestantism or Orthodox Judaism -Do I have to choose? Neither!
stone age or dark age
Steven Spielberg or Ken Burns
Thermopylae or Alamo- huh??
Big Foot or Loch Ness Monster
babies or teenagers- Either, Neither; it's a love/hate relationship...


(My 12 year old disagrees with at least half of my choices, she tells me, but if I were 12 years old, I would probably disagree with at least half of them, myself.)

HT: Maryan

My Nameday!

St. Bernadette and Our Lady of Lourdes


Today celebrates the 150th anniversary of the apparition of Our Lady to St. Bernadette in Lourdes, France!


It was on this date, February 11th, 1858, that a beautiful lady appeared to a poor and sickly girl in a cave on the outskirts of a small town in France. The girl's name was Bernadette, the oldest of the five surviving children of Francois and Louise Soubirous. The site may have been about the least likely of places for a heavenly visitation; the cave at Massabielle was used as a dump, a poor place even for Bernadette and her companions to gather the firewood they were seeking. Nevertheless, it was here that the Blessed Mother, whose identity remained a mystery at first, chose to appear to a simple French peasant. Though St. Bernadette saw Our Lady 18 times in all, and asked her three times to tell her name, it was on the Feast of the Anunciation, March 25th of the same year, that "the damiezelo" or "Aquero" (as Bernadette called her) answered Bernadette's curiosity, saying:

"I am the Immaculate Conception."

Above: The only known photo of Bernadette at the Grotto, taken
several years after the apparitions.

In this way, Our Blessed Mother affirmed the title of the Immaculate Conception, a dogma which had only recently been declared by the Church.

In participating in giving glory to the Father in Heaven through this understanding of the Virgin Mary's particular worthiness to be the Mother of God, Bernadette began her path to sanctity.

And it was not an easy path.
St. Bernadette, though chosen perhaps for her extreme simplicity to carry the message of the Immaculate Conception, struggled like we all do to perfect her soul during her short 36 years. The critical eye of the public and the skeptical eye of the Church were harsh upon her from the first moment the world heard of the apparitions. Hers was also a naturally stubborn temperament, and Bernadette often battled to keep her temper against the constant distracting onslaught of curiosity seekers.

When she became a nun at the convent of the Sisters of Charity in Nevers, France, (at 22 years old), the cynicism and persecution continued. She had always suffered from severe athsma and continued to suffer from poor health, but she suffered especially under the strict discipline and criticism of her superiors at the convent. Maybe God ordained this difficulty to perfect her soul in humility. Perhaps it was the devil determined to break this humble messenger of Our Lady. One way or another, it's certain that Bernadette did achieved heights of holiness because of or in spite of it all ~ and certainly with the help of her "Beautiful Lady."

On April 16, 1879, after a long and painful fight against tuberculosis, Bernadette died in the odor of sanctity and passed easily through the rigorous trials and examinations of the canonization process of the Church at the time. She was beatified in 1925 and canonized by Pope Pius XI in 1933.
Her body is one of the few God has allowed to remain incorrupt. Though her features have been covered with a thin veil of wax, the body of St. Bernadette is whole and entire today, 139 years after her death.
So, I selfishly claim two namedays ~ today as the feast of the Apparition and April 16th, which is St. Bernadette's actual feast day. I'm very proud that my middle name is Bernadette. My parents got to go to the shrine of the Immaculate Conception at Lourdes when my mother was pregnant with me. They were both so moved by their visit there that the only shadow dimming the trip was the trouble of figuring out a first name for the baby (me) to go with Bernadette. (I think they were not keen on Bernadette for a first name because they were sensitive to the fact that it would be unusual and difficult to spell). Anyway, this is a big feastday in my world! The 150th Anniversary! I just wish it were not occuring during Lent. I'm sure St. Bernadette and the Blessed Mother will be very happy if we just try to spend the day observing the season as perfectly as we can. But, I still yearn to make an angel food cake or something in celebration!

Ah, well.
Instead, for the next week, I'll post exerpts from my little book: The Personal Notes of Bernadette Soubirous. The book doesn't distinguish which are her own thoughts and which are quotations she copied down, but we know everything Bernadette wrote in her personal journal had special meaning for her and must have been helpful to her on the path to sanctity.

Quotes for the Feast of the Apparition of Our Lady to St. Bernadette:

Often meditate on the sufferings that Mary our dear Mother, endured at the foot of the Cross to which her dear Son was nailed; how deep must have been the sorrow of Mary's sensitive heart seeing that dear body bruised with blows, the torn flesh, the blood flowing from all parts of that sacred body!

Any other woman than Mary would have collapsed in the presence of such cruel suffering; it is only right that such a good Mother should be named the valiant woman, since she stands at the foot of the cross where Our Lord commends us in the person of St. John to his Mother, saying to her: "Woman, this is your son, and you, Son, this is your Mother."

O Mary, it was in the depth of sorrow, of trial that you became my Mother, I must therefore have great and entire trust in you; when going through trials from creatures and when my soul is exposed to temptation and desolation, I shall come and find refuge in your heart, my dear Mother, and I shall implore you not to let me perish, but to grant me the grace to be resigned and trustful in trial, and following your example to suffer with love. May I, like you, remain at the foot of the cross and nailed to the cross, should such be the will of your dear Son.

A child devoted to Mary can never perish; my dear Mother, have pity on me; I give myself entirely to you so that you will give me to your dear Son whom I want to love with all my heart.

(From notes taken during a retreat in 1874)
Holy Mass at the Grotto

Where Our Blessed Mother Appeared to St. Bernadette

View more pictures of St. Bernadette here.

Sunday, February 10, 2008

The Basilica of the Immaculate Conception

On February 25th, during the 9th apparition St. Bernadette tells us: "She told me to go, drink of the spring (….) I only found a little muddy water. At the fourth attempt I was able to drink. She also made me eat the bitter herbs that were found near the spring, and then the vision left and went away."

In front of the crowd that was asking "Do you think that she is mad doing things like that?" she replied; "It is for sinners."

This trickle of water grew into a miraculous spring and public acclaim along with the numerous healings in the waters of the spring convinced a prudently skeptical Church to investigate the apparitions.

After many years of questions and investigations, in particular surrounding Bernadette's strange relaying of the words of Our Lady: "I am the Immaculate Conception," the Church consented, for a church to be built at the grotto. Work began on the original shrine around 1862 and was completed and blessed in 1866. It is now known as the "Crypt Church." It lies above the grotto on the rock known as Marsabielle where Our Lady appeared to St. Bernadette. Directly over the Crypt Church was built the magnificent Basilica of the Immaculate Conception, still a place of pilgrimage. Miraculous healings of body and soul are still recorded at the spring that St. Bernadette dug at the command of Our Lady.

You can read here a list of the documented cures from the water at the spring. And here are the details of 67th cure which occured in 2005.


Views of the Basilica

Inside the Shrine
One of the nightly candlelight processions
Our Blessed Mother asked that we come in processions
to this shrine! Imagine how great the crowd will be tonight!
A Close up of the Grotto (from the '50s)
My parents tell me that when they visited in 1963, somewhere nearby there was a wall upon which were hung crutches and other implements, apparently hung there to represent cures. I tried but couldn't find a picture of this.

Friday, February 8, 2008

100 Things We Learned the Hard Way

51. Mud driveways and carpeting are a bad combination.

52. When you're getting rid of the carpeting, go with tile or save up for hardwood. Laminate flooring is not nearly as "bomb-proof" as advertised.


53. Never teach a two year old to go down a slide unless you're really ready for him to go down the slide.

54. It's a rhetorical question asking a preteen with raccoon eyes if she's been trying out your mascara.

55. The bathroom will never be perfectly clean until you move out of the house.
56. The traditions that have staying power are the ones that are meaningful to all age groups, simple enough to accomplish year after year, and involve food of some kind. (Food is key here.)

57. Just accept that GI Joes are meant to be skewered, decapitated, burned with magnifying glasses and thrown out of the tops of trees.

58. Never threaten a punishment you cannot follow through on.

59. Little boys, for the most part are transparently ornery, little girls are sweetly sneaky.

60. Lent stinks.


*My husband said it was ok to say that last one and still be a good Catholic because "Lent's supposed to stink." And I really am smiling as I type this. It stinks, but we're muscling through it.

*Three days without coffee and I'm still alive, folks!
(So are the kids!)
So what does a little guy do with an

afternoon to himself and a couple

old wooden canes to play with?

He figures out every conceivable way to use the cane to climb up on everything he can find. He hangs the canes on limbs and poles. He measures the depth of the snow.

He points out birds. He goes on a lion hunt.











































And he suffers his mother following him around until he's finally had enough and anounces that she's taken "plenty enough pictures."

"Mommy, don't you have something else you need to do?"

Nothing better than this, Gabey!