After acting so very childish tonight, I was amazed to read
the following words:
Just as she did in the case of
St. Juan Diego, the Blessed Mother places you too on her back and carries you
through your life as someone defeated by your own pride. While carrying you on her back, she
unceasingly adores her Son, Jesus Christ, your Savior who constantly blessed
both her and you whom she carries as her beloved child. You should not forget why you are being
carried: you lost the fight; you could
not manage on your own. Without her you
would have never advanced from the point of defeat. (S.C. Biela, The
Two Pillars, [Ft. Collins, CO:
IAMF, 2006], 37).
I had been so very fed up with the at-the-drop-of-a-hat temper
tantrums of my three year old that I threw one of my own. These past few weeks with everyone back at
school has worn me out, and it seems this introvert (Control Freak) has yet another strong
willed child. As soon as his third
birthday hit, he forgot how to use his words and has replaced most conversation
with full-blown screaming. Not good in
the car, not good at the dinner table, not good at bedtime, and at most other
moments throughout the day. So, when my
husband so considerately offered to bring home dinner tonight, I texted our
Chipotle order to him as he had requested.
As we unpacked our meal at the dining room table, I noticed he had
forgotten the one item that I personally was looking forward to – the
chips! After the last few 100 degree
days and nights, I had been looking forward to a cold diet coke and chips and
salsa. Needless to say, I overreacted
with criticism and disappointment at his honest mistake and made a fool out of
myself in front of my children. So
embarrassing to admit, but I actually left the house to go back to buy the
chips myself. Sad to say, but not quite
the good example I had in mind to teach my kids about gratitude!
"The Blessed Virgin Mary, our Mother, prays for us continually, and helps those we entrust to her care" by Elizabeth Wang, T-01513-OL, © Radiant Light 2006, www.radiantlight.org.uk" |
While driving in my car, I felt so very frustrated. I knew it really wasn’t about the chips. I had been feeling so tired and unappreciated by everyone in my household and was throwing a little pity party for myself.
But - mostly I was frustrated by my pride. My pride pushed me out the door to buy the chips and show my kids how unappreciative I was of their father’s generosity. My pride was separating me from a family dinner. My pride was feeding feelings of entitlement to some quiet time and yet, I couldn’t shake it. I really didn’t even want the chips anymore, but I felt so lost I didn’t know where to turn. It is like the quote above: I was defeated by my own pride. At that point, I was completely helpless and couldn’t advance without Blessed Mama. I didn’t recognize her intervention until I reflected on that quote. Because of her, I now see that I was able to come home with ice cream to celebrate her feast day of the Most Holy Name of the
Blessed Virgin Mary. On her back, I was able to apologize to my husband. I think she picked me up and placed me there. I don’t think I was even able to climb up there…she had to do even that for me. And I am so very, very grateful.
I see how ridiculously weak I am, complaining about
chips. But God revealed to me once again
my need to be rescued from my own pride, especially in the ordinary, everyday
events, and sent in my Mother to help.
Thank you, God, for allowing me to see the truth about my weakness and
how it calls upon the abyss of Your merciful Love.
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