The Two Ways and Kingdoms

Through Baptism the child is consecrated to the Divine Savior. It becomes His own property and possession, subject to Him and forever bound to Him, believing in Him, hoping in Him, and loving Him, disposed to live and to act as He wills and as His example suggests. It is for the mother to help it to do this. If she is accustomed to follow her natural inclinations, she will find her task a most difficult one; for the life of the Divine Savior was in no way similar to that of our lower nature. It was diametrically opposed to it.

Our nature prizes honor and a good name, strives after authority and high places, desires to see itself in power, loves display, titles, influence, command. The life of Jesus, on the contrary, was simple, His deportment unpretending. He avoided honors. He permitted calumnies, invectives, persecution. He stood as a criminal before the courts of justice and, after the most cruel treatment, He died in the bitterest pain upon the cross amid the triumph of His enemies.

Mary's maternal heart suffered inexpressibly during the injuries to which her Divine Son subjected Himself; but with all that she would not have had it otherwise. She knew and she constantly kept before her eyes that such was precisely the will of God, that it was in accordance with His eternal decrees for the human race, and most necessary for the atonement of sin and the salvation of souls.

In the same way, Christian Mother, should you be disposed. A life of mortification of the natural inclinations is just as necessary for your child as for yourself. With original sin is engendered in nature a threefold inordinate concupiscence which excites to evil: the concupiscence of the flesh, the concupiscence of the eyes, and the pride of life. By the waters of Baptism, original sin is effaced; but the threefold concupiscence, although weakened, still remains. Your child possesses sufficient grace and it will receive still more, in order victoriously to resist it; but it will have to struggle, and only by an uninterrupted succession of conflicts will it be able to hold its ground. You should stand by it, guarding, animating, and supporting it. You should steel your heart, and firmly oppose all the emotions, desires, and wishes that arise from the dark depths of its sinful nature. How will you be able to do this if you are not yourself a true follower of Jesus Christ, if you are not, as was the holy Mother of God, filled with the spirit of sacrifice and the love of the cross?

Welcome to the Cloister

Dear Ladies,

Father Cano has said that the blog has his approval for us to use so here it is! I purged it of past messages and chit chat but saved what I thought you might be interested it reading. Take a look around and enjoy. I have sent you an invitation to be an author on this blog. This will allow you to post articles, notices, etc that you would like to share.

Our next meeting will be Feb. 2oth after the 8 a.m. mass. Sr. Stephen and Anne will be hosting the breakfast. God bless!

AMDG,
Melissa

Printable Menus

This is a great way to plan that monthly menu.

Monthly Menu Planning Calendars

Mommy to Mom to Mother

Real Mothers don't eat quiche; they don't have time to make it.
Real Mothers know that their kitchen utensils are probably in the sandbox.
Real Mothers often have sticky floors, filthy ovens and happy kids.
Real Mothers know that dried play dough doesn't come out of carpets.
Real Mothers don't want to know what the vacuum just sucked up.
Real Mothers sometimes ask 'Why me?' and get their answer when a little voice says, 'Because I love you best.'
Real Mothers know that a child's growth is not measured by height or years or grade...It is marked by the progression of Mommy to Mom to Mother...

The Images of Mother
4 YEARS OF AGE - My Mommy can do anything!
8 YEARS OF AGE - My Mom knows a lot! A whole lot!
12 YEARS OF AGE - My Mother doesn't really know quite everything.
14 YEARS OF AGE - Naturally, Mother doesn't know that, either.
16 YEARS OF AGE - Mother? She's hopelessly old-fashioned.
18 YEARS OF AGE - That old woman? She's way out of date!
25 YEARS OF AGE - Well, she might know a little bit about it!
35 YEARS OF AGE - Before we decide, let's get Mom's opinion.
45 YEARS OF AGE - Wonder what Mom would have thought about it?
65 YEARS OF AGE - Wish I could talk it over with Mom.

The beauty of a woman is not in the clothes she wears, the figure that she carries, or the way she combs her hair.
The beauty of a woman must be seen from in her eyes, because that is the doorway to her heart, the place where love resides.
The beauty of a woman is not in a facial mole, but true beauty in a woman is reflected in her soul.
It is the caring that she lovingly gives, the passion that she shows, and the beauty of a woman with passing years only grows!

Prayer for a Hurting Mother

Thus, says the Lord:
A voice was heard on high,
of lamentation, of mourning
and weeping, of Rachel weeping
for her children, and refusing to be
comforted because they are not . . .
Let thy voice cease from weeping,
and thy eyes from tears: for there is
a reward for thy work . . . and they
shall return out of the land of the enemy.

Work referred to here in God's love letter means repentance with true sorrow.

Blessing Children

I know this is a blog for Mothers but thought you could pass this on to your dear husbands. It's also important for us to know that we may bless the children in the absence of the father.


Fathers blessing their children; 1955


THE PARENTAL BLESSING: In an address before the sixteenth annual
convention of the National Catholic Conference on Family Life in
1949, the Rt. Rev. Archabbot Ignatius Esser, O.S.B., recalled an
incident that was very striking. He said that several years
previously there was a headline in our Catholic papers which read,
"Bishop Kneels for Mother's Blessing." He continued, "It was the Most
Reverend F. T. Roch, D.D., Bishop of Tuticurin, India. He met his
mother at the railroad station and there, in the presence of a
multitude of people, he `knelt before his mother to receive her
blessing, and the grand old lady placed her wrinkled hands on the
head of her illustrious son and blessed him'."

Many of our fathers and mothers do not know that they have this
privilege. In our times, especially in this country, the custom has
fallen into disuse. This is one custom which by all means should be
fostered. There should be no difficulty in reintroducing it. Young
parents will find that, if the practice is started early in their
family life, there will be no trouble in keeping it up. And the
parents of older families will surely not refuse to bless their
children, even if grown-up, if they ask the blessing of them.

How it is done: Archabbot Esser suggests that the parents place their
hands on the head of the kneeling child and say: "I bless you, my
child, in the Name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy
Spirit." Then they make the Sign of the Cross upon the forehead with
the thumb of the right hand. If all of the children are blessed at
the same time, the parent simply traces a cross over them while the
words are pronounced. He says that other appropriate words may be
used. They may be varied to suit any occasion. A letter to an absent
son or daughter might include a "God bless you, my child." Also, the
parents, when they are at the point of death, should give their last
blessing to their children.

The importance of this blessing was brought out by St. Ambrose when
he said: "You may not be rich; you may be unable to bequeath any
great possessions to your children; but one thing you can give them;
the heritage of your blessing. And it is better to be blessed than to
be rich."

It is not too much out of place to mention here that one should ask
the priest's blessing whenever he visits one's home or when one
visits him.

Just A Mom?

JUST A MOM?


A woman, renewing her driver's license at the County Clerk 's office, was asked by the woman recorder to state her occupation. She hesitated, uncertain how to classify herself.

'What I mean is, ' explained the recorder, 'do you have a job or are you just a ...?'

'Of course I have a job,' snapped the woman. 'I'm a Mom.'

'We don't list 'Mom' as an occupation, 'housewife' covers it,' Said the recorder emphatically.

I forgot all about her story until one day I found myself in the same situation, this time at our own Town Hall. The Clerk was obviously a career woman, poised, efficient, and possessed of a high sounding title like, 'Official Interrogator' or 'Town Registrar.'

'What is your occupation?' she probed.

What made me say it? I do not know. The words simply popped out. 'I'm a Research Associate in the field of Child Development and Human Relations.'

The clerk paused, ball-point pen frozen in mid air and looked up as though she had not heard right. I repeated the title slowly emphasizing the most significant words. Then I stared with wonder as my pronouncement was written, in bold, black ink on the official questionnaire.

'Might I ask,' said the clerk with new interest,'just what you do in your field?'

Coolly, without any trace of fluster in my voice, I heard myself reply, 'I have a continuing program of research, (what mother doesn't). In the laboratory and in the field, (normally I would have said indoors and out). I'm working for my Masters, (first the Lord and then the whole family) and already have four credits (all daughters). Of course, the job is one of the most demanding in the humanities, (any mother care to disagree?) and I often work 14 hours a day, (24 is more like it). But the job is more challenging than most run-of-the-mill careers
and the rewards are more of a satisfaction rather than just money.'

There was an increasing note of respect in the clerk's voice as she completed the form, stood up, and personally ushered me to the door. As I drove into our driveway, buoyed up by my glamorous new career, I was greeted by my lab assistants -- ages 13, 7, and 3. Upstairs I could hear our new experimental model, (a 6 month old baby) in the child development program, testing out a new vocal pattern. I felt I had scored a beat on bureaucracy! And I had gone on the official records as someone more distinguished and indispensable to mankind than 'just another Mom.'

Motherhood! What a glorious career! Especially when there's a title on the door.

Does this make grandmothers 'Senior Research associates in the field of Child Development and Human Relations' And great grandmothers 'Executive Senior Research Associates?' I think so!!! I also think it makes Aunts '
Associate Research Assistants.'