There are a lot things 16 month old Gabrielle does during Mass that I do not appreciate. For instance, she pulls all the hymnals from their rack and then leans precariously over the edge of the pew threatening to toss them all onto the floor. She wipes her hands on the backs of the shirts of the unfortunate people standing in front of us. She fills her diaper and then
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October 18th, 2004 When I was a little girl, I thought my mother was amazing because she could cook. I would watch with wonder as she frosted cakes, rolled out pie dough, and crimped crusts. She always knew when the chicken was done and the potatoes were perfect without even setting a timer. Somehow I knew that one day I might be able to do these things too but that didn’t stop me October 17th, 2004 The Lord said, “Pay attention to what the dishonest judge says. Will not God then secure the rights of His chosen ones who call out to Him day and night? Will He be slow to answer them? I tell you, he will see to it that justice is done for them speedily. But when the Son of Man comes, will He find faith on earth?” Luke 18:6-8 Lord, this week October 15th, 2004 Add this to the list of disturbing facts about being a parent that no one tells you before you have kids: Parents always have sandy sheets. No matter the season, no matter what family rules exist regarding kids in the bedroom or sneakers on the bed, parents always have sandy sheets. I don’t pretend to know the science of it. Somehow children’s small bodies attract sand and dirt (Surely you’ve October 14th, 2004 People say the most absurd things. I was at the playground recently, chatting with an acquaintance, when I told her (or actually Juliette told her- that girl just can’t keep a good thing to herself) that we are expecting our seventh child. “Wow! Good for you!” she exclaimed. I was just warming up to her rare and welcomed positive reaction to our family size when she added, “I would love October 13th, 2004 I hope St. Anthony has a real cushy spot in heaven. Considering the foolish nonsense I subject him to on nearly a daily basis, I think he deserves it. On Sunday mornings: “Please St. Anthony, just help me to find Juliette’s other buckle shoe somewhere in this chaotic closet so we can get to Mass on time!” In the Middle of the Night: “Oh good St. Anthony, please help me October 12th, 2004 Gabrielle and I used to have a deal. I would keep her changed and well fed, and she would take naps. Every day. For at least an hour and a half. It was a good arrangement that I think suited both of our needs perfectly, but recently she hasn’t been living up to her end of the bargain. This past weekend, because we were out on Sunday afternoon, she missed October 11th, 2004 I’ll be glad when this political season is over and I can stop disliking people before I even meet them. I can handle all sorts of political differences with grace and maturity. I cannot, however, stomach the smug, self-satisfied campaigns of those who call themselves “Catholic” and yet shamelessly promote abortion on demand. As a result, I cannot stand to drive behind people who sport these candidates’ bumper stickers on |
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