I don't know much about Kanye West, other than what I occasionally read on the celebrity babies section of People Magazine (because I'm a sucker for celebrity baby news!) But this morning when I saw a headline about Kanye's nearly eight minute rant on Ellen, I was curious and I watched it. And here are my thoughts.
Saturday, May 21, 2016
Last Sunday my son casually mentions to me, "it's Pentecost Sunday, today's the last day of Easter." "No," I thought, "is it over already?" I generally fast throughout the year from many of my most favorite foods, but a few years ago I started living Sundays and feast days as true feasts. I don't fast from anything but instead I feast, and connect my love of good food to the Lord, and the specialness that certain days and seasons have.
Wednesday, May 4, 2016
One of my boys has a problem with being easily distracted. He could sit at the kitchen table with his books for an entire day and hardly get anything done, because every little fancy that pops into his mind causes him to run off in search of the wonder it has sparked in his imagination. He is content almost to a fault in that regard, and I have spent many years wondering just how to get him to be able to focus when it is necessary. It's not that I am always looking to stifle his imagination - on the contrary. I admire it, and the outlook he has on life. I often say I want to be like him when I grow up! But as a parent I want to help teach him that there are times when it is okay to indulge your imagination, and other times when it is important to maintain your focus, even if that takes work.
Monday, May 2, 2016
"When I was a child, I used to speak like a child, think like a child, reason like a child; when I became a man, I did away with childish things. For now we see in a mirror dimly, but then face to face; now I know in part, but then I will know fully just as I also have been fully known." (1 Corinthians 13:11-12)
Jesus has been really great in making Himself available to me in the last few months, and it has really been beautiful. Where once I lamented the fact that it was not easy for me to get to Mass or adoration with the kids, God has gradually been showing me there are many opportunities to spend time with Him as a family. I have been discovering Mass times I didn't know existed in the regions where my kids have their activities, more and more churches that are open in the daytimes, and even have had a key to a parish provided to me simply because I asked when it would be open for prayer. I am completely amazed at God's generosity in meeting me where I am in my life, and each new discovery has made me feel like a child opening a gift. It really does feel like the Lord is opening up the Heavens and coming directly to me.
Tuesday, April 5, 2016
I'm not sure what it's like in your diocese, but in ours it's not uncommon to hear tales of gloom and doom over the uninspired state (for lack of better words) of its clergy. To be fair when I say this, I don't mean that everyone is that way - we have a number of priests who are indeed living very faith-filled lives, and whose liturgies and homilies reveal this. But the general impression has been that these priests are few and far between.
Friday, March 18, 2016
My baby has the most hit or miss sleep schedule of any of my children. It is not uncommon for him to sleep for a week or two straight and then to start waking through the night for the same amount of time (or more). Parents crave routine, and no more so than at night. Sleeping through the night is one of the things we measure ourselves against and with good reason - a good night's sleep can make or break you. So it's not surprising that we feel great when babies are sleeping and lousy when they're not.
Tuesday, March 15, 2016
I read an article last week about a celebrity who did an interview on a late night show talking about her kids, and the crazy antics they get involved in. She said (jokingly of course), that you love your kids, but you don't always like them. And even though it was only a joke, something about it struck a nerve in me. I've met people in real life who have said the same thing and it wasn't a joke. And I've been an angst-ridden teenager who really, honestly believed at one point (even though I'm sure it wasn't true) that one of my parents loved me because they had to but probably didn't like me very much - and it was painful.