The truth is, good Catholic families come in all shapes and sizes. It’s not about the quantity of people — it’s about the quality of the life they live together. I’ve never given birth, but motherhood has changed me in ways I couldn’t have imagined when we first started this process. (For one thing, I’ve discovered some barely-discernable artistic talents … don’tcha like my dancing dinosaur? Sarah and I did this today.)
- I’ve learned that to be “open to life” (at least in my case) means to be open to whatever God wants, at each step along the way … without trying to rush too far ahead of the moment at hand.
- I’ve learned to tune out the critical voice in my head that tells me that I will never, ever tame that “Mommy Monster” that keeps me on edge and hyper-critical.
- I’ve learned that sometimes the best way to raise up a child is to search out those moments when I can stop “shoulding” on myself, and remember what fun it can be to be a mother.
- I’ve learned that sometimes even the most “gifted” of mothers sometimes feels like she’s flying by the seat of her pants. And that she’s grateful for even a glimmer of gratitude. So here’s yours today, Karen. Thanks for putting into words what I’ve been thinking all day!