Chalk

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“Logic will take you from A to B.  Imagination will take you everywhere.”

Einstein

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“It is the supreme art of the teacher to awaken joy in creative expression and knowledge.”

Einstein

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“In play a child always behaves beyond his average age, above his daily behavior.  In play it is as though he were a head taller than himself.”

Lev Vygotsky

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“Kids need time to be bored; that is how creativity is born.”

Melanie Jean Juneau

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“Some day you will be old enough to read fairy tales again.”

C.S. Lewis

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“Play is the highest form of research.”

Einstein

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“Creativity starts in the home and lasts for a lifetime.”

Hillary Dijon

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“When we treat children’s play as seriously as it deserves, we are helping them to feel the joy that’s to be found in the creative spirit.”

Fred Rogers

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“Creativity is allowing yourself to make mistakes.  Art is knowing which ones to keep.”

Scott Adams

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“Every child is an artist.  The problem is staying an artist when you grow up.”

Pablo Picasso

Finding the Wheat

Finding the Wheat

I met with my spiritual director yesterday.

(Quick commercial for spiritual direction:  Spiritual direction is one of the best things I’ve ever done for my soul–and I’m only three months in.  Really, party people, ya gotta get yourself a spiritual director.  Do.  It.  Now.  Spend some solid knee time praying about it.  Until you find a good and holy spiritual director, consider making your own Board of Spiritual Directors.  Between my board and my monthly meetings with Father, I’ve never felt more encouraged and motivated to keep on keepin’ on with the path to holiness.  If you have no idea what spiritual direction is all about, start here.)

I went to confession during Holy Week, so I didn’t feel the need to confess during our meeting, but I said that I would like to start our meetings with the sacrament of confession each month.  That way, Father will be better equipped to guide me toward holiness as my spiritual director and confessor.  Before we ended our meeting, I asked him what he thinks a good confession looks like and what a good examination of conscience looks like.  Today, I want to share one piece of advice Father had about a good examination of conscience.

Before I met with Father yesterday, I thought an examination was simply a review of where I went wrong morally since my last confession.  Often, before someone goes to confession, they will find a guided examination of conscience that lists possible violations of the Ten Commandments as a guide.  (Here is a list of different examples of formal examinations of conscience from the USCCB.)

Father encouraged me to look at an examination of conscience differently.  I had said that I wanted to do a better job of including my examination of conscience in my evening prayers.  I was looking for some insights as to what a good examination looked like.  The Type-A part of me wanted him to hand me a book or a favorite printed off copy of a detailed examination.  Nope, not with Father.  That’s why he’s a good spiritual director for me!

“I want you to ask yourself, ‘What did I do well today?’  And you have to do it before you move on to asking, ‘What didn’t I do well?’ whether it’s through omission or action.  And I would say it has to be 2 positives to 1 negative.  And I know it doesn’t always work out like that, but you should aim for that.”

Dang.

He was peering into my soul.

At the end of the day, I’m a pro at zeroing in on all of my mommy failures or bad wife moments.  I think back to the moments when I yelled, I used a harsh tone, I got impatient, …the list goes on and on.  It’s easy to avoid examining my conscience because I’m so good at knowing exactly where I went wrong–to the nth degree!  Most nights, I’m so tired that the last thing I want to do before going to sleep is do a play-by-play of all of my mistakes.  It’s a discouraging way to end the day.

Father knows that I need to learn to find the wheat among the weeds in my life, especially within myself.  I am so good at allowing the devil to do what he does best.  I let him accuse me of all of my failings and buy into the lies that I’m not good enough at this vocation that God has called me to.

Father’s simple advice revealed an important fact that I tend to forget: a good examination of conscience isn’t just about the bad.  It’s about all of it–the good, the bad, and the ugly.

  • It’s about finding the patterns of sin.  Why did I lose my temper?  What changes do I need to make?  
  • Then, it’s about prayerfully turning them over to the Lord without shame.
  • It’s accepting that I’m a work in progress.  In statu viae
  • Then, it’s being vulnerable and open enough to ask God for the graces to overcome those patterns of sin.
  • Finally, it’s doing the thing that I struggle with most:  Finding the wheat among the weeds in my soul.  God must love it when His children thank Him for helping them to get better at something they’re struggling with.  It can be as simple as, “Hey, I didn’t yell when I normally would have!  Thank You!”

I thought it’d be fun to do a pictorial search for the wheat while the kids are napping.  Here’s what the kitchen is looking like right now, completely un-edited for your eyes:

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Since I usually struggle with finding the wheat around this time of day (“the witching hour”), I thought it’d be fun to snap a quick pic of the chaos that is today.  Then, I thought I’d sit down with the picture in front of me and find the wheat amongst the weeds–the good stuff that has happened and the good stuff I’m reminded of in this picture.  (I’ll spare you from the weeds because, well, you can already see some of ’em, and most of it is for me to sort out with God tonight before bed.)

Today’s wheat:

  • I started my day with quiet prayer time and coffee
  • I prioritized my health by exercising (Hooray for Nike Fitness Club with a new Spotify playlist)
  • Well-Read Mom book club with a group of beautiful, faith-filled women and their children (Book still on the counter)
  • Philip went to SAM’s with Harry while Walt was at preschool and Jane & I were at book club (Represented by the fruit basket)
  • Big smooches from Philip when we got home for lunch (And big giggles from the peanut gallery watching us!)
  • I got down to her level and took the time to hear all of the intricate details of Jane’s picture.  “I drew it for you, Mama!” (The pink piece of paper left on the counter)
  • An empty cake carrier to be washed after all of the carrot cake goodness from Easter
  • A bag with a few new exercise tops & bottoms from Walmart
  • The beautiful blooming tree outside the kitchen window
  • A nice phone call from my aunt
  • A basket full of kids’ clothes to be folded (mostly from their adventures in our muddy backyard from last week)
  • A fellow “Godparent” (another mom in our parish who has a GodTeens group) generously dropped off a few things to help us with our upcoming home Mass
  • Dinner is already cookin’ (represented by the crockpot)

Instead of focusing solely on the weeds-a-plenty (and, as I’ve already established, I’m good at finding the weeds), I’m starting to work on finding the wheat in the middle of my day.  Thank You, Lord, for all of the abundant wheat.  We’ll chat about the weeds later tonight.  The good news is I’ll be less discouraged because I’m seeing the ways that You are working to cultivate the wheat within me and our family in spite of my weeds.

“Let both of them grow together until the harvest; and at harvest time I will tell the reapers, Collect the weeds first and bind them in bundles to be burned, but gather the wheat into my barn.”

(Matthew 13:30)  

What’s your wheat today?

A Buncha Little Moments

A Buncha Little Moments

Life got kinda crazy busy, and I stepped away from blogging to keep up with things around here.  Rather than do a bunch of little posts, I thought I’d do a big photo update of all of our little moments.  Here are a whole bunch of pictures in no particular order from the last month and a half.  Here we go…

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Walt, coloring his Stations booklet

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Saturday morning fort building

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“Make oats” became “Make out.” Philip loves Siri.

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Baking cookies for the preschool Easter party

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After Jane finished her apple, she ran to the back door to get her shoes on. “I’m gonna plant this seed outside so that we can have an apple tree!”

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“Look, Mom! I’m playing on my iPad!”

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Painting during our “special time” while Jane is at preschool and Harry is napping

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This little monkey learned how to open the cabinets and the food canisters. Monty is very pleased with this development!

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“Mom, I made these flowers for you!”

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Taking the new bike (Happy Easter!) out for a first ride

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Reading one of our favorite Lent/Easter books – The Donkey That No One Could Ride by Anthony DeStefano

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“It’s you and me watching a meteor shower.”

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Silly selfie with Daddy

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Leap Reader books rule!

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Kimberly and Scott Hahn came to Lincoln!!!

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My beautiful friend, Emily, graciously invited me to come with her. It was such a pleasure to spend the day with one of my dearest friends, listening to some of the most inspirational Catholic speakers and writers today.

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Those eyes

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“I wanted a snack.” – Jane

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Huuuuuuuuuuuugs!

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This was waiting for me on the toilet seat after I got out of the shower

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Hugs for Harry after his afternoon nap

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Building forts in the front living room

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Taking his new bike for an inaugural ride

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Rain can’t stop the Three Muskateers from playing outside

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“Here, Walt. I’ll pump up your tires.” (No, they don’t need or take air, but they do this at least once every time we play in the driveway.)

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Philip loves his birthday present from his parents–a sous vide immersion cooker. Last night, we had ribs that he cooked for 36 hours in the cooker. They were fall off the bone dee-licious!

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Our latest haul from the library. How am I only now discovering the amazingness that is Tomie dePaola?! The public library system is such a treat.

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Shopping for Easter clothes at Old Navy. Harry was digging the hats.

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For Christmas, Philip’s parents gave us tickets to see Alton Brown. What a fun date night!

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Alton Brown is undoubtedly a great chef, but he is one of the best storytellers and entertainers I’ve ever seen. It didn’t hurt that we were in the second row!

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Easter selfie

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Before the carrot cake went in the oven

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Out of the oven with the warm buttermilk glaze

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Assembled with cream cheese frosting and garnished with pecans & shredded coconut. HAPPY EASTER, INDEED!

 

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Opening their Easter baskets (Movies, new balls, and candy)

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How many more years can we get away with doing a small egg hunt in the basement?

Have a great weekend!  Maybe next week I’ll pretend to be a real blogger and pump out a few posts…maybe…

You Went To Physical Therapy for WHAT?!

You Went To Physical Therapy for WHAT?!

Warning to whatever male readers I may have:  

This is going to be one of those lady parts posts.  Before you read any further, just know that you have been warned!!!

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I hesitated to write this post out of an instinctive embarrassment, but several girlfriends have encouraged me to write it.  They told me things like:

“You HAVE TO write this, Catherine!”

“EVERY woman needs to know about this!”

I’ve never shied away from sharing what I’m going through (miscarriage, postpartum depression, breastfeeding woes, etc.)  So, why should it be any different with this health issue?

Part of me had resigned myself to thinking, “Welp, this must be the new normal for my body that has borne these babes.  I better start getting used to it.”  The other, more optimistic part of me thought, “No way, José!  I’m not ready to resign myself to a life of wearing Depends at 30!  I’m going to explore every last medical intervention short of surgery before I throw in the towel!”

I decided to get brave and take the issue to my new OBGYN a few months ago.

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At my last annual gynecological exam, I said that my chief complaints were pain and discomfort associated with going to the bathroom.  After performing an examination, the OBGYN wasn’t very impressed, said I need to keep living with it if I want to have more kids, that he’d do surgery “once you’re done,” and that I should go on the pill to avoid getting pregnant and, therefore, worsen my condition.  After telling him for the 5th time in 5 minutes that going on the pill wasn’t an option for me, he sighed and said that physical therapy for pelvic floor strengthening might make my pain manageable.

It turns out there are very, very few physical therapists properly trained in pelvic floor strengthening.  (After you read on, perhaps you’ll understand why!  It’s quite the, uh, intimate experience.)  With a prescription for pelvic floor strengthening from my OBGYN, I made an appointment with a highly recommended physical therapist named Amy.  I was a tad nervous, especially since a new friend at Bunco who is also a physical therapist told me what I was in for.  Her description involved vaginal weights (yes, you read that correctly), electrodes being applied that would show me the strength of certain muscles, and some pretty, uh, vulnerable exercises.  After the frightening description of what I’d be doing at physical therapy, I honestly didn’t care.  When you’re desperate, you’re willing to do things like sign up for a session with vaginal weights!

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The day arrived for my first physical therapy session.  Amy escorted me back to the exam room.  It looked like a typical OBGYN’s office with chairs and an exam table (just without the stirrups).  First, I sat in one of the consult chairs while Amy asked me about my medical history and attentively took notes.  We discussed my pregnancies and deliveries.  After hearing that my 5’3″ frame delivered 3 relatively large babies (8 lbs. 7.5 oz., 8 lbs. 13 oz., and 8 lbs. 7 oz.) and had a miscarriage within the span of five years, she raised her eyebrows.  “Woah.  We say that the pelvic floor sustains trauma when a woman has a baby 8 pounds or larger.  Your poor pelvic floor has had a lot of trauma!”

I talked about the chronic constipation I’ve battled since my first pregnancy.  My morning sickness that usually lasts up until about 24 weeks leads me to depend on the anti-nausea medicine Zofran.  I have a love/hate relationship with Zofran.  While it makes the nausea manageable, it makes the constipation worse.  My first delivery was difficult and nearly resulted in an emergency c-section.  Fortunately, Jane’s heart rate came back to where it needed to be, and she was delivered–after two days of active labor, 3 hours of pushing, an episiotomy & major tear, and forceps.  Youch.  With each subsequent pregnancy, the constipation, hemorrhoids (thank you, 3 hours of pushing!), and perineal pain got worse.

To add insult to injury, I struggle with urinary incontinence.  With every laugh, sneeze, cough, or slight jump, I pee a little.  If I want to put on my Jillian Michaels 30 Day Shred DVD, I have to put on a heavy duty overnight pad, go to the bathroom immediately before starting, begin the DVD, and take a bathroom break five minutes in if I want to stay dry.  Beautiful.  True story: There have been several occasions when I have been pushing a full grocery cart out into the parking lot and have to sneeze.  I can only imagine what I look like as I urgently scan the parking lot to make sure no one is going to hit me as I stop pushing the cart, cross my legs, and sneeze.  Perhaps that should have been a good signal for me to get some help!

With each pregnancy, my abdominal muscles continue to separate (a condition called diastasis recti).  When I am farthest along during pregnancy, it is not unusual for me to be able to put 5 fingers between the muscles.  This, combined with my weak back muscles, led to some bad sciatica (major pain on the sciatic nerve that radiates down from my back to my legs).

Finally, and perhaps most disheartening of all, I recently developed significant pain and discomfort every time I use the restroom.  I suspected I was experiencing a prolapse of my bladder, colon, and perhaps even my uterus through my vaginal opening.  In addition to interfering with my ability to have a normal bathroom routine, it was interfering with my martial life.  As you can imagine, I was in significant pain and discomfort.  I wanted to make sure this wasn’t a significant enough problem to need surgery before trying attempting a future pregnancy.

Amy took out a very helpful model of the female pelvis.  She pointed out all of the major players that make up the pelvic floor and explained what was happening to my body.  In a nutshell, my poor pelvic floor was giving out from all of its hard work.

After Amy showed me the pelvic floor model, she explained that she was going to do a basic examination of my body symmetry.  First, Amy had me stand with my arms at my side and then touch my hands to my toes.  She noticed some asymmetry that she anticipated because of my symptoms with my pelvic floor.  She walked me through a series of movements with me laying on the table that confirmed that my pelvis was tilted forward from the left.

Then, she explained that she wanted to perform an internal pelvic exam.  She wanted to perform the exam to find out where I was experiencing pain/discomfort, find out how much scar tissue I had, and see exactly what was prolapsing.  I felt like I was at my OBGYN office while I removed my clothes from the waist down and waited for her to return on the table with a sheet.

I learned a lot from the internal examination.  Amy pointed out during the exam where my scar tissue was and how severe it was.  Then, she had me bear down during the exam so that she could identify the prolapse.  As it turned out, both my bladder and colon were prolapsing through my vaginal opening.  Lovely.  No wonder I was in so much pain & discomfort!  She had me perform a series of different kinds of Kegel exercises to show her my baseline for both my slow and fast twitch muscle fibers.  They were WEAK!  Mary taught me proper technique for Kegel exercises so that I knew I was isolating the correct muscles to target my slow and fast twitch muscle fibers.

After the internal exam, Amy left the room so that I could change back into my clothes to learn some exercises.  I learned exercises to strengthen my abdominal muscles and close the gap from the diastasis recti.  Then, I learned exercises to realign my pelvis from its tilted position.  These exercises combined with the Kegels left me with a lot to work on.  In addition to the exercises, Amy asked me to keep a voiding log.  In the voiding log, I was supposed to record for 3 days what time/amount of liquid I drank (in approximate ounces), how much I urinated in approximate ounces (calculated by number of seconds it took for me to void), any amount of leakage I experienced (S, M, L), if the urge to pee was present, and what activity I was doing (if any) with the leakage.

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All of that was in just one appointment!  Since then, I have been working on my exercises.  I can already tell a significant difference in my pelvic floor strength, and my level of pain has diminished.  I had my second appointment yesterday.  We went through all of the same exercises to make sure I was still using proper form.

Then, Amy explained that we would be doing something called biofeedback.  Amy instructed me to remove my clothes from the waist down and put on a sheet before she left the room.  When she came back, she said that she would be applying various electrodes to the sides of my anal opening, and the third was placed internally.  The electrodes were hooked up to her computer that would monitor my muscle activity.  She turned the computer monitor toward me so that I could watch the screen with her.  It was like an EKG monitor that showed the slightest increase or decrease in muscle activity across a graph.  Amy instantly pointed out that my pelvic muscles were irritated and inflamed.  They should have been at a low level while resting, but they were significantly above what she would consider baseline in a typical patient.  Then, Amy asked me to perform a series of Kegel exercises that worked my slow and fast twitch muscles.  As I performed the exercises, we watched the screen’s graph go up and down.  It was gratifying to watch my strength and efficiency increase as we worked through the exercises.  Eventually, my muscles petered out, but not before I felt I was doing them correctly.

After two sessions of pelvic floor physical therapy, I have a few thoughts:

  1. Pelvic floor physical therapy should be a routine part of a woman’s health care–especially after childbirth, while battling constipation/hemorrhoids, or during menopause.  After a few sessions with a trained physical therapist who can tell a woman she is doing the exercises properly, they should become part of her basic exercise regimen.
  2. OBGYN offices should consider having an in-house pelvic floor physical therapist.  I can’t imagine a more natural “marriage” in healthcare.
  3. Do not give in to the mentality that peeing your pants every time you sneeze has to be your new normal!
  4. The Kegels aren’t just for you.  That’s all I have to say about that.  (You’re welcome, husbands.)
  5. Every woman should know these basic pelvic floor exercises.
  6. It is so empowering to regain control of my body and know that there are things I can do to get myself back in fighting form.

We haven’t used the vaginal weights I was warned about yet.  Maybe that’s for the third appointment.  At this point, I say bring ’em on!  This is a no-shame zone.  I’m gonna have a strong pelvic floor, gosh darn it, and I want you to have one, too!

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Questions for you:

  1. Have you struggled with a weak pelvic floor?  Are my symptoms ringing a bell?
  2. Have you ever sought help?  If not, what’s holding you back?
The Banana Man

The Banana Man

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Jane and I get to have a weekly one-on-one date to do our grocery  shopping while Walt is at preschool and Philip stays home with napping Harry.  It has become our fun weekly girl time.  I love our weekly grocery runs because I know they won’t be possible for much longer.  My not-so-little 5-year-old will be gone all day everyday next year at kindergarten.  Gotta soak it in.

When we started our weekly girl time at the grocery store, I thought Jane would benefit from the one-on-one time that she doesn’t usually get at home with her brothers.  I knew I’d enjoy it, too, but I’m learning that I’m the one being transformed.  Want to know how a beautiful soul views the world?  Push them around in a basket that faces you for a few hours once a week.

“Mom, look!”

For better or worse, none of our children have ever struggled with stranger danger.  When Jane sees someone wearing something interesting or doing something she’d like to learn more about, she just asks.  This has lead to many an uncomfortable conversation!  So, when Jane saw the Banana Man stacking produce, she did what she always does.

“Mom, look!  It’s the Banana Man!  Look at those silly bananas he’s wearing!”

Jane and I had seen the Banana Man a few times during our weekly trips, but we had always managed to be on the other side of the produce section from him.  That morning, he was stocking the vegetables we needed, and I pulled my cart a few feet away from him.  I smiled and said good morning.  While I scanned our grocery list and bagged up the produce we needed, Jane smiled at the Banana Man and said hi.

“Why are you wearing those funny bananas?”  She pointed to the two small, plush bananas with human features on them.  He wore one on his belt loop and the other hung from his baseball cap.

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The Banana Man grabbed the one that dangled from his hat and said, “A little girl who was about your age gave this one to me a long time ago.  She called me the Banana Man and thought that I needed a banana.  She gave me this one,” squeezing the one hanging from his belt loop, “when the first one stopped squeaking three years later.”  He spoke slowly and had a significant speech impediment, but he was thrilled to share his story with Jane.

“Wow,” I said.  “Jane, a little girl just like you gave him those bananas.  Wasn’t that nice?”

“Yeah,” she giggled.  “They’re funny bananas!”

The Banana Man resumed his story.  “That’s how I became the Banana Man.  Kids always see me and laugh when I squeak these bananas for them.  I like how they recognize me, and I squeak the bananas to make them laugh.  I think it embarrasses my wife that she’s married to the Banana Man, but I like it.”

“Well,” I said, “It’s definitely effective because she,” pointing to Jane, “has been calling you the Banana Man for weeks and has been wanting to know all about them.”

“Thanks for telling me that.  That made my day!”

“Well,” I said, “Thanks for sharing your story, Mr. Banana Man.  We hope you have a great day!  I’m sure we’ll see you next time.”

“Thanks, you too!”  He smiled at Jane and squeaked the banana to make her giggle again.

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When we saw him again the next time across the produce section, Jane shouted, “Hi, Banana Man!”  He got a big gleam in his eye, smiled at Jane, and squeaked the banana for her.  When we came over to get some produce near where he was working, I said, “Good morning, Mr. Banana Man!  How’s it going?”

“Great!  I love that she recognizes me and that I can make people laugh.”

“Mr. Banana Man, you’ve made quite the impression!  On the way here, she asked me, ‘Do you think we’ll get to see the Banana Man?'”

“That’s great,” he smiled.  He was quiet for a moment, and I could tell that he was getting emotional.  I didn’t want him to be embarrassed, so I smiled and kept getting our groceries.  He stopped stocking the cilantro.  “You know,” he said, “I was in the Air Force and there was an accident.”  He pointed to his head.  “I couldn’t keep serving, so it was tough to find a job.  I worked at Safeway for awhile, and I’ve been here for a long time.  When that little girl gave me this banana about twenty years ago,” pointing to the well-loved squeaker on his hat, “it made me realize I could make a difference.  It’s not what I thought my life would be, but I’m glad I can make people happy.”

“Well, you’re good at it, Mr. Banana Man,” I told him.

He smiled, “Well, thank you.  I’m happy being the Banana Man.”

“What’s your real name, Mr. Banana Man?”

He pointed to his name tag.  “John.”

“It’s nice to meet you, John,” I extended my hand.  “Thank you for your service, and thank you for being the highlight of our weekly trip to the grocery store.”

“Thank you,” he said.

“Off to get the rest of our groceries.  Have a great week!  See you next time, John!”

He smiled and squeaked the banana for Jane.

“Bye, Banana Man!”

When I pushed the cart around the corner, I watched Jane beam at the Banana Man.  I thought, “This is exactly what Pope Francis meant when he told us to give up indifference for Lent.”  For the Banana Man, Jane’s smile and excited hello was an “island of mercy in the midst of the sea of indifference.”  It was obvious that John hadn’t shared his story with many people and that most customers probably ignore him.  Jane had no idea what an effect she had on him.  She just thought he looked friendly and wanted to know about his silly squeaking bananas.  That’s all.

I thought Jane was the one who would benefit from the one-on-one grocery trips.  I was the one who was benefitting.  That little girl’s big heart is teaching her  mama’s how to grow for others.  Sometimes, being an island of mercy is as simple as offering a smile and a hello.

“Let the little children come to me; do not stop them; for it is to such as these that the kingdom of God belongs.”  

Mark 10:14

 

 

Our Family Rule of Life – Sticking to It

Our Family Rule of Life – Sticking to It

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The last time I blogged about our Family’s Rule of Life, I shared our schedules in the hopes that they would somehow help you in putting together your own Family Rule of Life.  Just like New Year’s Resolutions, the easy part is getting it all written down on paper.  The hard part is actually making those things we write down happen.  Today, I’m going to share Holly Pierlot’s tips on how to stick with your Rule of Life.  I revised our Family Rule of Life in November, and it is becoming second nature.  After reading through how to put our life in order, Holly gives some fantastic advice on how to make sure it continues happening on a regular basis.  Below are my summaries of her main points:

Do Everything All of the Other Books Say

  • Declutter and lighten your load
  • Limit activities
  • Keep a balance of work & play

Conquer Sloth, The Disease of the Will

  • Strengthen your prayer life (Revisit my section on Prayer)
  • Frequent the sacraments to strengthen your will
  • Study and read about your vocation to answer this question to strengthen your commitment:  Why bother with the 5 P’s or the duties of a wife and mother?
  • Train your will (Revisit my section on Person)
    • Start with little decisions like getting up for morning prayer or declining dessert.  As Holly Pierlot says, “Every little thing counts every single time.”
    • Choose to be true to your vocation.  “What God wants from us is the determination of our wills,” said St. Teresa de Ávila.

Engage Your Reason

  • Continually revise and improve your Rule to your family’s needs (chore charts, schedules, etc.)
  • Continue to “put out into the deep water” when you are discouraged just as Peter did to reap the rewards of following your Rule

Obedience Brings Strength

  • Share your Rule of Life with a spiritual director
  • Ask for his feedback on the reasonableness of the Rule
  • Follow your Rule under obedience to your spiritual director and your vocation

“Supernaturalizing Your Rule”

Every time you glance at the next task to be accomplished, offer it to God–give Him your efforts, ask Him for help and graces to do the job well, and do it all in joyful obedience.  Every time we begin a new task is an opportunity for prayer–yes, even if it’s scrubbing a toilet!  Holly Pierlot says,

“Tackle every task as a direct response to God, just as if He were asking you, ‘Will you go do your laundry now?’

Just say, ‘Yes, I will.’  And smile at Him.  Then you’ll be moving ever closer to the heart of your Mother’s Rule.”

Do every little thing for love of our Lord, and invite Him to come into your everyday moments–folding laundry, washing dishes, bathing children.

Developing a Life of Active Contemplation

I used to think only cloistered nuns could achieve contemplation during the day, but A Mother’s Rule of Life taught me that I am called to active contemplation as a wife and mother.  Holly Pierlot quoted Adolphe Tanquerey,

“[S]ince the will alone is held captive [by God], the other faculties are free to attend to things relating to God’s service; and this they do with far greater energy.  Then, when the soul is engaged in exterior works, it continues to love God ardently; this is the union of action and contemplation, of the service of Martha and the love of Mary.”

When I read those words, I felt so validated.  At last, I was hearing the words that God wants and needs me to be both a Mary and a Martha in my daily life.  In my vocation as a wife and mother, God knows I can’t spend my whole day in prayer.  While prayer remains a large part of my day, I am also called to actively serve my loved ones.  When I am going about my everyday duties (those “exterior works”) for love of God, I am uniting the best of Martha and Mary.  In training my will to do this, I grow closer to God.

As St. Teresa of Ávila told her order,

“Let us understand, my daughters, that true perfection consists in love of God and neighbor…All that is in our Rule…serves for nothing else than to be a means toward keeping these commandments with greater perfection.”

Getting Bored Enough to Be Free

I’m just on the cusp of having things going smoothly enough around here with our Rule that it has become second nature.  I don’t think I would say that I’m bored like Holly Pierlot was after establishing her Rule, but it’s not as challenging as it was in the beginning to keep the house and our days in order.  Getting to the point where managing the house is second nature is key to gaining interior freedom.  Holly Pierlot put it this way:

“But it was only when I reached the point of getting bored, after my Rule was established, that I was free enough to open my mind and heart to God; to be internally attentive to him and to be conscious of doing all for the love of him.  It was then that I experienced his profound presence, which, in turn, inspired a new love for my family.  So a Mother’s Rule leads to recollection: that deep calm and quiet of the interior life of our souls.  Freed from outside concerns, we become more peaceful, more in touch with our inner nature, and we discover our hearts.  There we encounter an entirely new possibility of frequent conversation with God and a deeper communion with him.”

Before getting our new home and our days in order, I felt scatterbrained.  I would look from one mess to another, thinking, “What should I tackle first?  How am I going to find the time to do this?”  I was so busy taking in the visual chaos around me that I didn’t allow myself to be quiet enough to hear God.  With our home and our days in order, it is much easier to remain focused on the task at hand, clearing space in my mind for prayer.

Embracing the Flames of God’s Love – In Consolation and Purgation

Depending on what’s happening in my life, I’ll experience God’s Love differently.  Holly Pierlot describes our subjective responses to God’s Love beautifully.

“For God comes to enkindle us with fire–the fire of love and the fire of purification, and both are the same fire of God.”

While it won’t always feel good, God will strengthen and challenge me when He asks me to take up the cross and follow Him.  In those times, He’s purifying me of my sinful tendencies and asking me to make room for Him in my heart.  When I choose to love Him, even when it hurts, we are imitating the blessed Mother’s, “Behold the handmaid of the Lord.  Be it done unto me according to thy word.”  When I choose to put my crosses to work instead of wasting little sufferings, I am contributing to the salvation of the world.

Spirit of Your Rule

Ultimately, a Rule of Life is more than a schedule or way to organize our lives.  Holly Pierlot suggests writing out a Spirit of your Rule of Life.  She describes a Spirit of your Rule of Life as a summary of the “main points of how you want to live out your vocation, based on the five Ps, the specific virtues you believe most important to your vocation and unique circumstances, and the particular goals, attitudes, and frames of mind and heart you believe God is calling you to.”  With your “Spirit” as your written guide, you will be encouraged to regularly reexamine how well you’re living out your Rule.  Decide how often you’d like to reexamine your Rule of Life and commit to revising what’s not working.  (I plan to revise our Family Rule again in the fall as the new school year rolls around.)  Between now and this fall, when I find myself disillusioned with my vocation or lacking motivation, I’ll reread my “Spirit” to get back on track and more some encouragement.

Holly Pierlot shared her Spirit of her Rule as a guide.  I am still writing the Spirit of my Rule, and I am modeling it after Holly’s using her headings:

  • The Will of God (Listing what God desires for my life)
  • The Love of God (What my life will look like because of my love of God)
  • The Love of Neighbor (What my life will look like because of my love of neighbor)
  • Key Aspects of My Mother’s Rule (Main points such as order, simplicity, moderation, flexibility, reflection)
  • The Five Ps (Examining key points from each of the 5 Ps – Prayer, Person, Partner, Parent, Provider)
  • Dedication to the Rule (How I will make sure my Rule continues to be lived out – spiritual direction, renewal/reexamination, etc.)

I recommend reading through Holly’s entire Spirit to get a better sense of what a Spirit of your Rule might look like.

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Questions for You:

  • Do you have any tips or tricks for conquering sloth in your everyday life?
  • Have you ever experienced a period of spiritual dryness or a Dark Night of the Soul?  What helped you to endure without the feelings of consolation?
  • Do you identify more with Martha or Mary?  Do you allow a life of service to be an excuse to neglect your prayer (or vice versa)?  What practical things can you do to achieve a better balance of the best of both women?

This concludes my series on our Family’s Rule of Life.  I hope it has been helpful for you!  If you haven’t already, get yourself a copy of Holly Pierlot’s A Mother’s Rule of Life to read more about all of the topics I explored in greater detail.

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