Blessed Mother, Blessed Child

We've had a bit of a rough week, with one thing and another, and horrific allergies compounding our general state of disgruntlement. The other day, because I could not face the pollen, we went to church to visit the ladies in the office, to play with fire light candles, and visit with Mary and Jesus. Cody was enraptured--no one else in the whole church! We sat near Mary and we talked about how much she understands little boys and their moms, and the frustrations they sometimes have. I told him he could talk to her about his problems and ask her to help him with his struggles. He started to talk very softly, then asked if Cordelia and I could maybe go somewhere else, because he needed to just talk to Mary alone.

So we did. He was probably there a full 15 minutes. I could see him inching closer, and could hear just the slightest sound of his voice. He just sat, and gazed, and chatted. And my heart filled--I wish I had that relationship with him right now, but I'm glad the Mother of all mothers is standing in. She's way better, anyway. Probably has something to do with being full of grace.

Regina caeli, ora pro nobis.