From one Mother to another

God really does hear our prayers... He really does want to give us the desires of our hearts. Throughout all this frustrating parent/teenager- boyfriend/girlfriend conflict...we have been praying that God would make things right. I'm not gonna lie...there have been moments that I've wanted to throw in the towel in exasperation...but the love for my son was far too great to give up on him.

One day a few weeks back, I was just laying on my bed, having a tearful, angry moment, ready to blow...and I saw a picture of Mary, the mother of Jesus, leaning against the wall in my bedroom. (I inherited this from a great uncle and haven't found a place to hang it yet.) So Mary was just there, looking at me with compassion, sorrow and understanding...and my heart softened. I just cannot imagine the agony that woman went through over her son. I was instantly humbled. So I had a little chat with her...the mother of our Lord...and asked Her to intercede. To take my breaking heart to her son ... as one mother to another sort of thing.

Growing up Catholic, I've always known about the rosary but never fully understood the need to pray the rosary, do novenas, etc. I humbly admit my ignorance. I have always revered Mary but never desired that kind of prayer in my life. I'm a "take it straight to Jesus" kind of gal...nothing formal, just a good 'ol heart-to-heart. Anyways...I'm not really good at it and probably don't do it right, but I figured it sure as heck can't hurt to try. Again...as one mother to another sort of thing.

Well things are looking up. Pat had a long talk with Josh last night. He's starting to see things more clearly. He really is a good kid, just very confused. Teenage years are so confusing anyways with all the messages the world puts out there. We will continue to pray for wisdom- for us and him... and I will continue to ask Mary (the gentlest Mother of all) to intercede.

I heard this old song on tv last night and found great comfort in the lyrics to this Crosby-Stills-Nash-Young oldie: (how true these words are)

Teach your Children:

You who are on the road

Must have a code that you can live by

And so become yourself

Because the past is just a good bye.

Teach your children well,

Their father's hell did slowly go by,

And feed them on your dreams

The one they picked, the one you'll know by.

Don't you ever ask them why,

if they told you, you would cry,

So just look at them and sigh and know they love you.

And you, of tender years,

Can't know the fears that your elders grew by,

And so please help them with your youth,

They seek the truth before they can die.

Teach your parents well,

Their children's hell will slowly go by,

And feed them on your dreams

The one they picked, the one you'll know by.

Don't you ever ask them why,

if they told you, you would cry,

So just look at them and sigh and know they love you.