You know you’re a mother when…
You start to well up while watching your kids sing and dance to the Vacation Bible School songs along with the rest of the children attending the camp.
My boys have been doing Vacation Bible School this week at our parish. On the first day, I stayed for the first hour to closely monitor observe, especially since my youngest son wasn’t sure he wanted to go this year. He has since become self-appointed camp leader… at least that is the impression I get.
In the opening and closing segments, the children learn and practice the theme songs for the week. Watching my kids participating in the fullness of Truth through the Catholic faith makes me a little verklempt anyway, but for some reason, when a catchy tune and some signs and gestures are added in, I become a blubbering idiot.
It’s a little embarrassing, but I was quite relieved to hear that two of my friends also felt the same way. To know that there are at least two other women out there dabbing their eyes while a bunch of 5- and 6-year-olds jump around, singing about Jesus, suggests we’re only crazy to people outside our circle, but to each other, we’re totally sane.
I would like to report that I am the healthiest person in the world. Labs I got back recently indicate that I have textbook numbers in everything from cholesterol to thyroid function to IQ to blood glucose levels – which means I am also the greatest anomaly in the world because I have a sweet tooth that rules my diet at times, I haven’t really exercised much since before my miscarriage, and I operate in a stress zone that only test pilots and brain surgeons have a right to enter. This of course means that I have nothing to brag about since genetics aren’t anything I can take credit for. But the news is good nonetheless, as it proves what I have long believed – that in fact I do have Elvish blood running through my veins, which means I could have many more years to annoy the heck out of people.
Speaking of annoying people, I have been invited to appear on the Bishop’s Hour on Immaculate Heart Radio 1310 next month to record a segment about the current attack on women taking place in our country — namely government intrusion into our religious rights, contraception and abortion promotion (the most degrading things a woman could ever support), and the cultural objectification of feminine dignity that has infected the ideologies of both men and women in secular America.
I’m currently preparing for a talk I’m giving at the Arizona Catholic Homeschool Conference next weekend about homeschooling with toddlers in the mix. Please let me know if you know how to do this well so I can plagiarize reference all your ideas.
On a totally different note, I learned an interesting tidbit the other day from my husband, who is currently reading Bishop Fulton Sheen’s autobiography (I’ve been sneaking a peek when I get the chance — it’s excellent). I thought it was worth sharing. Did you know that Bishop Fulton Sheen once received a letter from a fan who asked him if he could use his name for life? The fan ultimately became a very famous actor: Martin Sheen.
How’s that for useless trivia you can throw around at parties?
Speaking of my hubby, while he can’t boast the same cholesterol numbers as I, he does have the gifts of intelligence, articulation, and long-windedness. His recent radio interview about the compatibility between faith and reason can be heard here. He is the first guest, and in my opinion, he was brilliant, so check it out if you have a chance.
Like all blogging moms, one of my kids just decided to start bleeding while I was trying to finish this post. My two boys were pretending to be fighting dinosaurs on the couch, and little brother’s ankylosaurus noggin rammed into big brother’s giganotosaurus lip. This is what I get for not breaking away from the computer while Daddy, who was in charge at the time, went into the bathroom. I could tell from the cries of my oldest that he was hurt, but not seriously. There was blood, yes, but it didn’t even drip on his shirt.
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