The Feast Day of Our Lady of Guadalupe and My Mother's Birthday

Today is the feast day of Our Lady of Guadalupe.  It also would have been my mother's ninety-second birthday had she lived.  The irony of that is not wasted on me.

Most people mourn the death of their mother.  I always find it fascinating when I hear someone talk about their deceased mother.  They remember her birthday, the day she died and in a lot of cases, there are tears shed, like it happened yesterday.

I didn't shed tears on my mother's passing and I don't shed them now.  Her death was a relief to my husband and I.  Our lives revolved around her demands, so her death released us and left us in a state of shock.  We were always in a state of hyper anticipation while she lived.

When I converted, the Blessed Mother entered into my life and filled the hole my mother had drilled in my soul.  The Gentle Woman took me by the hand and walked me through my pregnancies, child-rearing and the care of my mother.  I would say a Hail Mary whenever I put the key in my mother's door.

The feast days of our Blessed Mother are very important to me.  They give me the opportunity to remember my spiritual mother, who guided me all these years and taught me how to love my own children to this very day.

Today I hope to spend some time in prayer with my spiritual mother.  And while in prayer, to pray for my earthly mother as well.  It's always been difficult for me to do that, but Our Lady has brought me a long way and I trust that she'll teach me that as well.


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