My eldest son served his first Mass today. Dressed in the traditional black and white, with his hands perfectly folded, he took slow, measured steps up the aisle as my heart swelled within me and my eyes brimmed with tears.Read the rest here.
Here was my tiny baby, the one who should have died, the one who shouldn't be able to hear, the one who shouldn't be able to do so many things. Here was the boy who brought me faith walking solemnly behind the crucifix.
He snuck out of the sacristy before Mass to show me how splendid he looked this morning.
"Mom, I look like a priest. Did you ever think you would see me looking like a priest?"
How does a mother answer that except to smile with her heart shining in her eyes, caress a still smooth cheek and then hurry him back to where he should be?
Tuesday, November 10, 2009
"And I got to help."
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2 comments:
you are indeed the most fortunate of women. God bless your son.
Linnie
you have great thoughts
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