Newsflash: I'm not perfect. My kids aren't perfect. Even though I pretend that everything is just perfect, it isn't. Some of OS' high school classmates graduated from college this past week, but he didn't. It's very hard to read the posts on Facebook of the moms talking about how proud they are of their kids. Oh, I'm proud of OS, and I'm proud of my friends' kids. I have a pang of jealousy when I read those posts. I'm confident in believing that the other kids' college careers didn't have some adversity; why is it that you don't hear about that? Why is it that we have to make people believe that we have perfect lives and that our kids are perfect?
Why do some kids have to learn things the hard way and others seem to breeze through their life? I keep asking myself "What did I do wrong?" During Mass on Sunday, the priest's homily seemed to be talking just to me:
So, don’t ask, “What do I do next.” Or other practical questions, such as, “How do I keep my marriage, my kids and myself happy and holy?” As long as we allow Christ to be near us, everything will be fine. It may be difficult, like carrying a cross, but it will all be OK. Just pay attention to God’s presence and you’ll get where you’re going.
Wow. I couldn't believe he said that. After Mass I slipped into the Adoration Chapel and said a Rosary. Sunday, the mysteries that are meditated on are the Glorious Mysteries. For you non-Catholics, we have "cheat sheets" to help us keep focused and remember what the Mysteries are. Anyway, the Fifth Glorious Mystery caught my eye: The Coronation. "A great sign appeared in the sky, a woman clothed with the sun, with the moon under her feet and on her head a crown of twelve stars." (Rev 12:1) The Fruit of the Mystery: Trust in Mary's Intercession. I felt a big weight come off of my shoulders, and suddenly, everything was okay. I have to learn to let go and let my kids live their lives, even if it's not the way I want or thought they would. I don't want anyone to think I'm disappointed in my boys, because I'm not. I have great kids; each of them has their own good qualities. Even if they're not perfect.