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by Catherine | Aug 20, 2014 | Family
Wee little “Harry Barry Boo” turned 1 last Thursday! I know us moms always say it, but where did that first year go?! It really flew by this year. In case you missed it, I wrote him a little birthday letter.
On to the birthday celebration…
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Harry’s smash cake
Gotta love a Sesame Street cake for a 1-year-old |
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| Waiting to sing “Happy Birthday” |
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| Protective big sis holding Harry’s hands back from the flames |
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| Blowing out the candle with a little help |
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Philip cut out small pieces of the cake for Jane and Walt.
Harry was happy to share! |
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| “My hair was needing some frosting, too!” |
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| Flirty, mischievous smirk |
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| Monty volunteered his cleaning services |
After a little intermission for Harry’s bath, we opened his birthday present–a toddler tool bench!
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Jane and Walt gladly showed Harry how it worked.
Meanwhile, Harry demonstrated his new trick–standing up by himself. Big boy! |
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| Unfortunately for Walt, Harry’s still working on his balance and likes to catch himself on whatever (or whomever!) is nearby. |
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Love you, Harry Barry Boo!
Happy 1st Birthday, sweetie pie! |
![GREAT News Update On Team Baby Teixeira]()
by Catherine | Aug 15, 2014 | Everything Else
Remember when my brave friend, Amanda Teixeira, talked about her and her husband’s struggle with infertility? Then, remember how I told you that they were starting the adoption process?
GREAT NEWS!
A couple chose Amanda and Jonathan to be the adoptive parents of their precious baby! YAAAAAAAAAY!!! The baby is due in November 2014. Talk about a time of Thanksgiving! Thank you so much for your prayers for our dear friends!
I am so proud of Amanda and Jonathan for trusting in God’s perfect timing when many of us may have turned in on ourselves, become bitter, or lost faith. They are a beautiful example to all of us of what trust, strength, and faith look like while shouldering a cross and making sense of God’s will.
Please continue to lift up your prayers for Amanda and Jonathan as they complete their home study and move on toward Baby Teixeira’s due date. Pray for Baby Teixeira’s biological parents as the journey continues. Pray that God’s will be done and that the rest of us can help in whatever way we can along the way.
If you are in a position to help Amanda and Jonathan with your treasure, please consider doing so! As many of you know, adoption often comes with a hefty price tag. I told Amanda the other day on the phone that I’m so glad they’re asking for financial help from others. It’s a powerful, tangible way for the Body of Christ to lift them up and help bring Baby Teixeira home. I thanked her for letting the rest of us have a real way to help during this blessed time. If you’re interested in helping them financially, please consider donating to their puzzle fundraiser. As of their August 15th blog post, here’s what the puzzle looks like:
You can purchase a piece of the puzzle for a donation of $25 (or more!), and Amanda and Jonathan will write your name on the back. The completed puzzle will go between two pieces of glass and hang in Baby Teixeira’s room. Here’s what the completed puzzle looks like:
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| From TRUEGOODANDBEAUTIFUL, photo credit to Alzbeta Volk of Voboril Photography
In 8 days, they hope to be at their goal of having raised $13,000 toward their home study and out-of-state agency fee. I know many of you have already joined Team Baby Teixeira. Thank you for your support! Keep those prayers coming, and I will send along updates as they come.
In the meantime, follow along on the journey via Amanda and Jonathan’s blog, truegoodandbeautiful. Leave a comment, and let them know that you’re lifting them up in prayer!
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![Happy 1st Birthday, Harry!]()
by Catherine | Aug 14, 2014 | Family
Harold Fulton Boucher,
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| Your baptism day |
I am overwhelmed with gratitude for your precious life today. If I sit and let myself be quiet, I immediately tear up thinking about how you came to be. Had our pregnancy with your big sister, Thérése, gone to term, you never would have been. Two weeks after your sister went to be with God, God sent you to be with us. The whole experience taught us that all of you babies are on loan, and it’s Daddy’s and my job to help lead you back to God. Blessed be God for sending you when we least expected you and most needed you!
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| Snuggles in the hospital |
In one word, you are happy. You are a serious flirt and give out smiles ’round the clock.
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| Your first smile, captured on film at a few weeks old |
You’ve had two ear infections this first year, and they both happened to coincide with teething, but your pediatrician dad and I nearly missed them because you are always so, so happy!
You love being a baby brother and being spoiled by Jane and Walt. You crawl alongside them in the family room (or wherever we are) to see what they’re up to and how you can join in. You “talk” with them in your jibber jabber, and they talk right back with you.
After meeting you, Jane decided she wants to have five babies because you’re so sweet! She loves being a little mama with you. Lately, she pretends that she’s talking for you in a little voice. “I want a bottle, Mommy! I’m hungry! Where’s my binkie?!” Jane could spend her whole day tickling you and playing next to you with her dollhouse.
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| When I asked Jane to give you a few Cheerio’s while I made dinner |
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| Pushing you at the park this morning |
Walt’s affection for you has slowly grown into a full-fledged love affair.
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| Cuddles on the couch while Jane is at preschool |
Walt wasn’t thrilled when you started trying to take apart the train table or crawling off with his engines, but he’s learned a little trick. When he sees you coming for his toys, he grabs you a stuffie or toy he’s not playing with. He loves having you around so long as he isn’t trying to play with whatever you’re playing with at the moment. In fact, Walt is getting his big boy furniture next week. He told me this morning that it would be fun to have a bunk bed “so that I can have a room with Harry. Harry can be on the top bunk.” We’ll definitely be waiting on the bunk bed set-up for a few years, but Walt’s right that he’d be on the bottom since he’s so cautious,
and you’d be on top since you’re my little daredevil!
You are growing and changing so much lately! You can’t get enough of food–especially watermelon and all of the fun summer fruits. I know you’re going to love your birthday cake tonight! You are *this* close to walking. You cruise around the family room furniture, but you’ve become such an efficient crawler that you’re more interested in getting where you want to go quickly. I’m kinda sad you do the normal version of crawling these days instead of your crazy worm move! It was always the talk of the town on play dates or at the St. Joe’s playground.
Your favorite pastime is crawling away from me as quickly as you can and turning back to make sure I’m chasing you.
Thank you for bringing our family so much joy this past year. Thank you for healing our hearts while we were grieving for your sister, Thérése. How lucky are we to have a saint in heaven and you?! I know you and Thérése will always have a special connection. She has already proven a powerful intercessor for our family, and I’m sure you’ll be calling on her throughout your life.
I look forward to watching you learn and grow this year. In your first year, you’ve taught me how to be at peace, how to trust in God’s perfect timing, and to be thankful for the graces to shoulder crosses when they come. I thank God for the gift that you are for our family, and I’m so glad that He entrusted you to us. God knows well the plans He has for you, and I know they are big plans for good, sweetie pie!
Love you so much,
Mama
![You Got it Wrong This Time, Matt Walsh]()
by Catherine | Aug 12, 2014 | Faith
Matt Walsh,
Usually, I love your stuff. It’s refreshing reading your against the grain, unapologetic Christian view. But today, you got it wrong when you wrote, “Robin Williams didn’t die from a disease, he died from his choice.” I hope you’ll pray about what this and respond because your column is a scandal to Christianity.
You wrote:
First, suicide does not claim anyone against their will. No matter how depressed you are, you never have to make that choice. That choice. Whether you call depression a disease or not, please don’t make the mistake of saying that someone who commits suicide “died from depression.” No, he died from his choice. He died by his own hand. Depression will not appear on the autopsy report, because it can’t kill you on its own. It needs you to pull the trigger, take the pills, or hang the rope. To act like death by suicide is exactly analogous to death by malaria or heart failure is to steal hope from the suicidal person. We think we are comforting him, but in fact we are convincing him that he is powerless. We are giving him a way out, an excuse. Sometimes that’s all he needs — the last straw.
Depression ends up killing because the person sees no other choice than suicide. Of course, suicide requires that the person chooses to “pull the strigger, take the pills, or hang the rope,” but have you stopped to consider whether the choice to commit suicide is a free one or not?
In the Catholic Church, we have the distinction between venial and mortal sins. (For the full explanation, check out Catechism of the Catholic Church, paragraphs 1854-1864.) Suicide would fall into the category of a mortal sin. Yet, in paragraph 1857 of the Catechism of the Catholic Church, we learn,
“For a sin to be mortal, three conditions must together be met: ‘Mortal sin is sin whose object is grave matter and which is also committed with full knowledge and deliberate consent.'”
When it comes to suicide, the Church understands that the suffering person may not be freely making that choice to end their life. While suicide itself is considered a mortal sin, the culpability of the individual is known only to God.* Edit: A reader helped me to tweak the theology here. The action of suicide itself is not a mortal sin. If suicide is coupled with full knowledge and full consent, then it becomes a mortal sin.
“Grave psychological disturbances, anguish, or grave fear of hardship, suffering, or torture can diminish the responsibility of the one committing suicide. We should not despair of the eternal salvation of persons who have taken their own lives. By ways known to him alone, God can provide the opportunity for salutary repentance. The Church prays for persons who have taken their own lives.” – Catechism of the Catholic Church, Paragraph 2282-2283
So, we pray for Robin Williams’ soul, we pray for the souls of those who have committed suicide, we pray for those suffering from depression, we pray for a greater understanding of the disease, we pray for effective treatments, we pray for those who work to heal the afflicted (physically, emotionally, spiritually), and we pray for those mourning their loved ones. We pray that the loving, merciful God who brought all of us into existence will bring us back to Himself.
Instead of condemning the suffering for choosing suicide, let’s start figuring out how we can help the suffering to see that life is always the better choice. Let’s unburden them by helping to carry their crosses alongside them. It’s time for those of us not suffering from depression to stop being indifferent and to start reaching out.
“What’s wrong with death, sir? What are we so mortally afraid of? Why can’t we treat death with a certain amount of humanity and dignity, and decency, and God forbid, maybe even humor. Death is not the enemy, gentlemen. If we’re going to fight a disease, let’s fight one of the most terrible diseases of all–indifference.” – Robin Williams as “Hunter Patch Adams”
Eternal rest grant unto them, O Lord, and let perpetual light shine upon them. May the souls of the faithful departed, through the mercy of God, rest in peace.
![PMS-ing and “Safe Friends”]()
by Catherine | Aug 6, 2014 | Everything Else
THANK YOU! In my last post, I asked again for your prayers and your prayer intentions. THANK YOU for your prayers and for asking for mine. I’m feeling more patient with the kids, and the little changes I wrote about last time are making a big difference. God’s teaching this little complainer how to stop wasting whatever big or little suffering comes my way through offering it up. I am so grateful for those of you who have asked me to pray for specific intentions. It is so helpful to have a tangible list of prayer requests a few feet away when I’m tempted to throw in the towel on the day or have a pity party. It helps to put my suffering to work and weave prayer throughout the day. I’m sure some of you are laughing at this post, thinking about my not-so-big suffering and my “first-world problems.” That’s okay because I know it is pretty ridiculous. Yet, God’s meeting me where I am, and I’m making itty bitty little baby steps toward trying to be more saintly with your help. In theory, it’ll be my training to be ready whenever the big stuff comes. So, thank you for sharing your prayer intentions.
Onto the point of this post: Can we just admit that it’s tough to feel like a good mom to young children when you’re PMS-ing? I’ve been keeping track of when my moods are wacka-wacka-wacka in relation to where I am in my cycle. I learned that PMS is the real deal during our marriage prep Creighton Model classes, but I never sought help. Perhaps a lil progesterone therapy will be in my future for PMS!
Knowing that I’d be PMS-ing this week, I knew I’d need all of the extra help I could get in the prayer department. Additionally, I thought it’d be smart to pick up the phone and set up a few playdates with “safe friends.”
What’s a “safe friend,” you ask? Well, a safe friend is a friend you can call up at anytime to say, “I think I’m going crazy over here. We need a playdate so that I don’t do something I’m going to regret.” It seems to be a Law of Motherhood that when you and your children shouldn’t be seen in public that you need to get out the most. The times when I want to leave the house the least are the times when I need a safe friend. A safe friend will take the call, hear your plea to get together, and make it happen.
Safe friends bring new energy to the day, diffuse the craziness, remind you to keep fighting the good fight, and cheerlead you on to bedtime. You’ll leave a safe friend playdate feeling like a good mom–even if your kid has an epic temper tantrum or you start PMS crying. Safe friends get that motherhood isn’t always perfect or pretty, and they’re there with you through the teething, potty training, and hormone roller coasters. They know that we love our job but that sometimes we need some reinforcements.
Safe friends make you glad you asked for a playdate so that even when the good, the bad, and the ugly are on display, you’re not fearing that she’s thinking, “There’s a whole bunch of crazy happening over here, and I am never coming back.” When it’s a perfect storm day of craziness and you’re just trying to make it to bedtime, it’s oh so glorious to have an unfazed firsthand witness to your life sincerely tell you that you’re doing a good job. Inevitably, I can lift her up next week when she asks me to talk her down because of her 3-year-old’s penchant for whining. Safe friends return the favor that way.
Do you have safe friends? How do you help each other out? What happens when a playdate can’t happen? How have you been a safe friend?
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by Catherine | Aug 6, 2014 | Everything Else
THANK YOU! In my last post, I asked again for your prayers and your prayer intentions. THANK YOU for your prayers and for asking for mine. I’m feeling more patient with the kids, and the little changes I wrote about last time are making a big difference. God’s teaching this little complainer how to stop wasting whatever big or little suffering comes my way through offering it up. I am so grateful for those of you who have asked me to pray for specific intentions. It is so helpful to have a tangible list of prayer requests a few feet away when I’m tempted to throw in the towel on the day or have a pity party. It helps to put my suffering to work and weave prayer throughout the day. I’m sure some of you are laughing at this post, thinking about my not-so-big suffering and my “first-world problems.” That’s okay because I know it is pretty ridiculous. Yet, God’s meeting me where I am, and I’m making itty bitty little baby steps toward trying to be more saintly with your help. In theory, it’ll be my training to be ready whenever the big stuff comes. So, thank you for sharing your prayer intentions.
Onto the point of this post: Can we just admit that it’s tough to feel like a good mom to young children when you’re PMS-ing? I’ve been keeping track of when my moods are wacka-wacka-wacka in relation to where I am in my cycle. I learned that PMS is the real deal during our marriage prep Creighton Model classes, but I never sought help. Perhaps a lil progesterone therapy will be in my future for PMS!
Knowing that I’d be PMS-ing this week, I knew I’d need all of the extra help I could get in the prayer department. Additionally, I thought it’d be smart to pick up the phone and set up a few playdates with “safe friends.”
What’s a “safe friend,” you ask? Well, a safe friend is a friend you can call up at anytime to say, “I think I’m going crazy over here. We need a playdate so that I don’t do something I’m going to regret.” It seems to be a Law of Motherhood that when you and your children shouldn’t be seen in public that you need to get out the most. The times when I want to leave the house the least are the times when I need a safe friend. A safe friend will take the call, hear your plea to get together, and make it happen.
Safe friends bring new energy to the day, diffuse the craziness, remind you to keep fighting the good fight, and cheerlead you on to bedtime. You’ll leave a safe friend playdate feeling like a good mom–even if your kid has an epic temper tantrum or you start PMS crying. Safe friends get that motherhood isn’t always perfect or pretty, and they’re there with you through the teething, potty training, and hormone roller coasters. They know that we love our job but that sometimes we need some reinforcements.
Safe friends make you glad you asked for a playdate so that even when the good, the bad, and the ugly are on display, you’re not fearing that she’s thinking, “There’s a whole bunch of crazy happening over here, and I am never coming back.” When it’s a perfect storm day of craziness and you’re just trying to make it to bedtime, it’s oh so glorious to have an unfazed firsthand witness to your life sincerely tell you that you’re doing a good job. Inevitably, I can lift her up next week when she asks me to talk her down because of her 3-year-old’s penchant for whining. Safe friends return the favor that way.
Do you have safe friends? How do you help each other out? What happens when a playdate can’t happen? How have you been a safe friend?
by Catherine | Aug 4, 2014 | Faith, Family
Do you love Monday mornings like I do? I love the fresh start–mostly because I usually (99.9% of the time) feel like I need the fresh start.
This Monday morning, I’m asking for your prayers for patience with the kids and a reminder of the significance of this vocation. I need to stop yelling. I need to go across the room, get down on the kids’ level, and make eye contact when I’m making requests. I need to enlist them to help more–both because they like to help and because they need to learn these skills as they go. I need to remain patient as they learn their new skills. I need to remember that they are acting appropriate for their age. When they are not acting appropriate for their age, I need to discipline effectively. I need to intervene ASAP and be consistent. I need to help them work through their emotions. I need to take deep breaths before I discipline or swoop in when they’re needing an intervention. I need to have more “time-ins” of quality time than “time-outs.” I need to remember that they are my vocation and not an obstacle to accomplishing it.
In trying to do all of this, I appreciate your prayers, but I need one more favor: Can you please let me pray for you? Can you please share your intentions with me? In my last post, I wrote about how I’m keeping a journal full of intentions. When I’m tempted to do all of the things I’m trying to avoid (yelling, nagging, going it alone with the chores, etc.), I want to have a list of prayer intentions to turn to. As I go about my day, knowing that I have a mission to unite whatever little things I’m struggling with to the cross for the sake of your prayer intentions will give me the drive and motivation to:
- be a better mama
- put suffering (big and small) to work for good
Can we start this week off right together? Can I pray for you, and can you please (please, please, please???) pray for me?
![When I’m Dying, Please Do This]()
by Catherine | Aug 1, 2014 | Faith
I’ve become a Father John Riccardo podcast junkie. I’m still processing his podcast on the sacrament of the Anointing of the Sick. I learned some great insights into the sacrament itself. More importantly, Father Riccardo reminded me of the tremendous dignity the suffering and dying have. We all should listen to the show, but those of us who are either dying ourselves or know someone on their deathbed need to hear these words. (Click this link to access the podcast.) Reject what the world says about the dying, and remind them of their invaluable mission:
“One of the key words in the Christian life is to ‘participate’ or to ‘cooperate with.’ There’s one redeemer. His name is Jesus, and yet He wants you and me to participate with Him in the work of redemption. We do that in a particular way when we suffer. That’s why I’m of the opinion that no one’s prayers are more powerful than the prayers of somebody who suffers, because they’re being conformed to Christ.
So, when you take Communion to the homebound or to the people in nursing homes, don’t just bring them the Eucharist. Bring them intentions. Let them know, because the challenge when you’re sick, especially when you’re dying, is that you’re useless.
You know, like, ‘The people out there are having all the fun. They have a quality of life. I’m lying here in my bed in traction. What good am I?’
‘Well, here’s what good you are. You’re participating with the Lord in the work of redeeming the human race. You are not wasting away here. He is inviting you to share in his cross. Is it romantic? No. Is it fun? No. Will you see the payoff of it here? No, at least probably not. But one day you’ll see it.’
And, so, give them intentions. Give them names of people. Just say, ‘You know what, I want to ask you, because I really do think that your prayers are so significant because you’re sharing right now in his passion. If you would pray for these people, would you please do that?’
And almost all the time, you will see somebody sit like this (sitting up). You’re not simply giving them something to do; you’re giving them a sense of worth. You’ll see them begin to stand up or sit back. Well, now there’s a sense of dignity.
‘Now the Lord can use me. He’s not done with me.’
‘Why am I lying here still? Why hasn’t He taken me?’
‘Well, he hasn’t taken you because he’s using you to work with him in redeeming the world, that’s why! Would it be great to be home? Sure, it would, but there’s more to do still. So, hang in, and pray for these people (on the list that you give them).'”
When I’m dying, please do what Fr. Riccardo says. First, please bring a priest. Ask that I receive Anointing of the Sick. Then, be bullheaded and don’t let me waste an ounce of my suffering. Bring me long lists of intentions. Tell me to unite any of my suffering to Jesus’ cross. Remind me of the important job I have to do.
“Now I rejoice in my sufferings for your sake, and in my flesh I complete what is lacking in Christ’s afflictions for the sake of his body, that is the Church.” (Colossians 1:24)
What’s lacking in His suffering? Well, nothing. “It is finished.” (John 19:30)
Yet, He mystically invites us to participate in his suffering so that we can help redeem the world. He’ll do the redeeming since he’s the only redeemer, but my membership in the Body of Christ gives me dignity and a mission. Even on my death bed, I will have the supreme dignity of being made in His image and likeness. Until I breathe my last, I will have a mission to unite any sufferings I have to the cross to help redeem the world.
When I need an example of someone who knew how to suffer well, bring me these images of St. John Paul II:
Better yet, don’t wait until I’m on my death bed to do all of that. As Fr. Riccardo said in the podcast, “we’re all terminal” from the moment we’re born. Teach me how to get into the practice of doing all of this before I’m at death’s door. No more wasting the bad days. Remind me how to “offer it up.” If you think I need it, remind me that Anointing of the Sick isn’t just for the dying. God willing, with your help, I’ll be spiritually fit enough to die a holy death whenever that time comes.
For now, to help me train toward that goal, I’m keeping a list of intentions. I’m going to add to it whenever someone asks me to pray for them. Then, when I’m having pity parties or feeling overwhelmed with whatever suffering (big or small) that’s going on, I’ll open up my intentions list. It won’t end the suffering, but it’ll give it purpose. With enough practice, I pray that I’ll remember when I’m ‘just’ getting chemo, lying in a hospital bed, sitting in a nursing home, or entering my last days of hospice care to give my suffering purpose. By God’s grace (and the bullheaded reminders of my loved ones), any suffering I experience will be put to work.
Will you please help me to start my training? Please share any intentions you have! Then, if you hear me complaining or having a pity party about something, you have my permission to say, “Catherine, put your list to work!”
![When I'm Dying, Please Do This]()
by Catherine | Aug 1, 2014 | Faith
I’ve become a Father John Riccardo podcast junkie. I’m still processing his podcast on the sacrament of the Anointing of the Sick. I learned some great insights into the sacrament itself. More importantly, Father Riccardo reminded me of the tremendous dignity the suffering and dying have. We all should listen to the show, but those of us who are either dying ourselves or know someone on their deathbed need to hear these words. (Click this link to access the podcast.) Reject what the world says about the dying, and remind them of their invaluable mission:
“One of the key words in the Christian life is to ‘participate’ or to ‘cooperate with.’ There’s one redeemer. His name is Jesus, and yet He wants you and me to participate with Him in the work of redemption. We do that in a particular way when we suffer. That’s why I’m of the opinion that no one’s prayers are more powerful than the prayers of somebody who suffers, because they’re being conformed to Christ.
So, when you take Communion to the homebound or to the people in nursing homes, don’t just bring them the Eucharist. Bring them intentions. Let them know, because the challenge when you’re sick, especially when you’re dying, is that you’re useless.
You know, like, ‘The people out there are having all the fun. They have a quality of life. I’m lying here in my bed in traction. What good am I?’
‘Well, here’s what good you are. You’re participating with the Lord in the work of redeeming the human race. You are not wasting away here. He is inviting you to share in his cross. Is it romantic? No. Is it fun? No. Will you see the payoff of it here? No, at least probably not. But one day you’ll see it.’
And, so, give them intentions. Give them names of people. Just say, ‘You know what, I want to ask you, because I really do think that your prayers are so significant because you’re sharing right now in his passion. If you would pray for these people, would you please do that?’
And almost all the time, you will see somebody sit like this (sitting up). You’re not simply giving them something to do; you’re giving them a sense of worth. You’ll see them begin to stand up or sit back. Well, now there’s a sense of dignity.
‘Now the Lord can use me. He’s not done with me.’
‘Why am I lying here still? Why hasn’t He taken me?’
‘Well, he hasn’t taken you because he’s using you to work with him in redeeming the world, that’s why! Would it be great to be home? Sure, it would, but there’s more to do still. So, hang in, and pray for these people (on the list that you give them).'”
When I’m dying, please do what Fr. Riccardo says. First, please bring a priest. Ask that I receive Anointing of the Sick. Then, be bullheaded and don’t let me waste an ounce of my suffering. Bring me long lists of intentions. Tell me to unite any of my suffering to Jesus’ cross. Remind me of the important job I have to do.
“Now I rejoice in my sufferings for your sake, and in my flesh I complete what is lacking in Christ’s afflictions for the sake of his body, that is the Church.” (Colossians 1:24)
What’s lacking in His suffering? Well, nothing. “It is finished.” (John 19:30)
Yet, He mystically invites us to participate in his suffering so that we can help redeem the world. He’ll do the redeeming since he’s the only redeemer, but my membership in the Body of Christ gives me dignity and a mission. Even on my death bed, I will have the supreme dignity of being made in His image and likeness. Until I breathe my last, I will have a mission to unite any sufferings I have to the cross to help redeem the world.
When I need an example of someone who knew how to suffer well, bring me these images of St. John Paul II:
Better yet, don’t wait until I’m on my death bed to do all of that. As Fr. Riccardo said in the podcast, “we’re all terminal” from the moment we’re born. Teach me how to get into the practice of doing all of this before I’m at death’s door. No more wasting the bad days. Remind me how to “offer it up.” If you think I need it, remind me that Anointing of the Sick isn’t just for the dying. God willing, with your help, I’ll be spiritually fit enough to die a holy death whenever that time comes.
For now, to help me train toward that goal, I’m keeping a list of intentions. I’m going to add to it whenever someone asks me to pray for them. Then, when I’m having pity parties or feeling overwhelmed with whatever suffering (big or small) that’s going on, I’ll open up my intentions list. It won’t end the suffering, but it’ll give it purpose. With enough practice, I pray that I’ll remem
ber when I’m ‘just’ getting chemo, lying in a hospital bed, sitting in a nursing home, or entering my last days of hospice care to give my suffering purpose. By God’s grace (and the bullheaded reminders of my loved ones), any suffering I experience will be put to work.
Will you please help me to start my training? Please share any intentions you have! Then, if you hear me complaining or having a pity party about something, you have my permission to say, “Catherine, put your list to work!”
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by Catherine | Jul 31, 2014 | Faith, The Homefront
Remember how I asked you for your input on how/where to create an oratory (prayer space in our home)?
Well, it’s (mostly) put together, so I thought I’d share a few pictures.
We have this great little area behind the family room loveseat. It’s a focal point when you enter the space, and it’s an area we pass by several times a day. I chose this as the spot for our little oratory.
First, I found this fantastic teal accent cabinet from Target on sale.
Look at all of the fun colors it comes in! I like the teal even better in person. I am so proud of myself for picking out a color that I love instead of something safe or neutral.
Then, I found a large paneled mirror from Home Goods that reminds me of a chapel window. Philip helped me to hang it above the cabinet. The room’s high ceilings and the mirror make the space seem larger.
Finally, I added the finishing touches and filled the cabinets. Here’s the (nearly) finished product:
We will continue adding to the space as time goes on.
In the left cabinet, I have the Bibles, books of saints, the Catechism, the family prayer binder, prayer journals, and other devotional materials.
In the right cabinet, I have the kids’ Bibles and other religious books, holy cards, and holy water. I used to have all of our rosaries here, but they became what you could call a “near occasion of sin” for Mr. Harry. He thinks all things with strings are numchucks and doesn’t understand the whole “we don’t throw sacramentals around” rule, so the rosaries got relocated.
I’m still deciding what I want to put on the middle shelves. The trouble is always those little hands and little mouths that love to throw and eat everything… Let me know if you have a great idea for a home with young children.
I thought long and hard about what I wanted to put on top of the cabinet. I decided on items that would expose the children to various vocations–the priesthood, religious life, and married life. Additionally, we needed a little pretty, so I put in some fresh flowers. Gotta love a $7.98 bouquet from Sam’s!
This is a special memento from my high school days at Duchesne Academy of the Sacred Heart. The statue captures St. Rose Philippine Duchesne (my confirmation name!) stroking the hair of a young girl. St. Rose Philippine Duchesne founded the Society of the Sacred Heart in America. Her order served the Native American communities where they traveled while establishing schools. The Native Americans called her the “woman who is always praying.” I love this tender scene between St. Rose Philippine Duchesne and the little child. What’s more beautiful than a woman happily serving the Lord by serving others?
This image of St. John Paul II, “Totus Tuus,” was done by local artist Terrence St. Hilaire. He specializes in Catholic and patriotic fine art. Isn’t that sketch beautiful? St. John Paul II is a personal hero of mine (and the guy behind the name of this blog). I love his model of suffering well and deep devotion to the Blessed Mother, illustrated by the Rosary in his right hand.
Finally, I included a black and white picture of us on our wedding day alongside our unity candle. I had this print already, but I want to get one of us from the moment of consecration during our nuptial Mass. It’s probably more fitting for a little oratory than us smooching! We want the kids to know that marriage, just like the priesthood and religious life, is a vocation that we are called to with the aim of bringing us, our spouse, and all of our children to sanctification. It’s not just a default thing you do when you’re not a priest or religious!
I love our little oratory! It’s been a great focal point for our home, and it brings me joy every time I look at it. Th
e kids love having all of their Bibles and religious books set apart, and they regularly sit in the little nook area to pore over the pages of Bible stories or lives of saints. Being able to access our prayer and devotional materials all in one convenient, prominent spot helps to make prayer the center and focus of our home.
Do you have a little oratory in your home? What kinds of things have you included? How do you use the space?
![*THIS* is a weekend]()
by Catherine | Jul 28, 2014 | Family
During residency, I asked the Dowager Countess’ question all the time:
Real weekends with Philip off from Friday evening until Monday morning were few and far between–and that was after a full week’s work at the hospital.
Now, as we begin our new normal, we’re re-learning this concept called a weekend. While the Dowager Countess didn’t know what they were because she didn’t work, we’re learning what they are because Philip is finally getting regular, dependable, time off from work.
This last week was Philip’s first week at the new practice, so it was also our first new normal weekend. (Philip will average one weekend call a month in practice, so more often than not, we can count on some regular weekends together.)
What did we do with our first normal weekend? Well…
Friday afternoon, I took the kids in for well-checks with another pediatrician in Philip’s group.
Philip was between patients, so he was able to entertain Harry while Jane and Walt had their doctor’s appointment. Then, we picked up some dinner. Hooray for a night off from cooking! After dinner, we had some family movie time. Gotta love Veggie Tales on Netflix! Then, Philip and I watched a documentary on Netflix called Life 2.0. It. Was. Crazy. And extremely depressing. But very entertaining. The documentary follows different people and records how their real lives are impacted by their playing the online game Second Life.
We had a leisurely start to our Saturday at home. At one point, all 5 of us plus Monty were cuddled up on the front living room couch with blankies. During Harry’s morning snooze, Jane and Walt joined me for Level 2 of the 30-Day Shred while Philip laughed at us. After some lunch, we headed to the nearby library to get some new books and cruising music for the car. I’m glad to have something other than the Frozen soundtrack in the rotation! Then, we headed to Hobby Town for Walt to pick out another engine as a reward for completing another potty training sticker map. Yay! He picked out a really creepy talking Diesel 10, and he adores him. We made a quick little pit stop at the nearby produce stand before heading home for naps. The stars aligned perfectly, and everyone took a glorious 2-hour nap. While Jane and Walt played outside and Harry banged pots in the kitchen, Philip and I prepared a delicious summer dinner.
Grilled salmon with a summery salsa, squash, watermelon, and a little rice. Yum yum!
I cleaned up the dinner dishes while Philip took the kids out front to do some sidewalk chalk and play on their ride-on toys in the driveway. In the middle of doing dishes, Philip popped in to tell me that the couple who lives two doors up had stopped over. I came outside in my apron (covered in dishwater! oh well!) to chat it up while the kids played. The neighbors had brought candy for the kids and a bottle of chardonnay with cups for the adults. Gotta love those kinds of neighbors! Eventually, it was time to come inside to give the kids baths and begin the bedtime process. After getting the kids down, Philip and I got out our new game, Forbidden Island.
Neither of us are what would would call big gamers, but we had SO MUCH FUN playing a silly new board game together! The object of the game is to work together as a team to collect the 4 treasures of the island and escape before it sinks. I am pleased to share that although things were very dicey at a few points, Philip and I successfully escaped Forbidden Island! Yay!
Then, we watched a silly episode of Flipping Out without falling asleep (it’s the little things) and called it a night.
We had another leisurely start to the day on Sunday before heading to 11:00 a.m. Mass. I even got to spend half an hour reading Momnipotent with a cup of coffee. Glorious!
Can I tell you how awesome it is to live so close to the parish?! We’ve been trying to sit in the front pew by the choir as much as possible. I love sitting in the front because it keeps the kids more engaged, but it’s very, very humbling on their less than perfect behavior days. Harry thinks wrestling away from Mom and Dad is a new Olympic sport, and he takes the challenge very seriously. He created a new event called the Binkie Launch. Jane and Walt think it’s great because they bolt out of the pew to retrieve the tossed binkie. I’d use one of those binkie attachment clips, but Harry’s superbaby strength is no match for it. He’d end up launching the clip and everything. God bless every mom and dad who have ever knowingly told us, “You’re doing grea
t and have a beautiful family. I remember those days!”
After Mass, we had some leftover delicious salmon (drooling just thinking about it…) and played with the kiddos until naptime. While the kids napped, Philip and I got ready for his family to come over to celebrate his dad’s birthday.
Philip has become a grilling pro. We had his now-famous BBQ chicken, corn on the cob, watermelon slices and rolls. Mimi brought some chocolate cupcakes and ice cream. “Papa” got a candle in his, and Jane and Walt gladly helped him blow it out.
We had a great evening enjoying the beautiful weather while the kids ran around in the sprinklers and played with the water table.
Mimi, Papa, and Maddy brought over their Scottie, Muffy. Muffy had a ball playing with the kids. Monty mostly just stayed under my feet.
After Mimi, Papa, Maddy, and Maffy headed home and we had the kids in bed, Philip and I spent some time reading together in the family room. Have I mentioned how much I love not having a television on the main floor? It’s been such a great decision for our family. I’m glad I married a reader and a lifelong learner because Philip always has something new to chat about. It’s adorable how excited he gets about whatever he’s reading.
And that was it. We didn’t do anything huge or earth-shattering, but it was perfect. It was exactly what a weekend should be. It was a time of rest, relaxation, and refreshment all together as a family. I love the new normal!
![Why Philip Does the Charting]()
by Catherine | Jul 23, 2014 | Marriage
Didja hear? It’s National NFP Awareness Week!
If the world of NFP is foreign to you, be sure and check out what the Church has to say about NFP. Mama Church knows what’s best for us, and the Church definitely knows what the gift of our fertility and sexuality is all about.
I wrote a post two years ago for NFP Awareness Week. In that post, I talked about what NFP is all about, mentioned the benefits, and shared some resources.
Today, I want to zero in on how Philip’s role in NFP (specifically with charting) has been a tremendous blessing for our marriage. Back in the fall of 2007 when we were going through marriage preparation, we started taking classes at the Pope Paul VI Institute in Omaha, Nebraska. (Looking back, it is UNREAL to me how darn lucky we were to be starting our marriage with Pope Paul VI Institute in our backyard. Nebraskans, most of us have no idea how lucky we are!)
What’s the Pope Paul VI Institute anyway?
The Pope Paul VI Institute, founded in 1985 by Thomas W. Hilgers, MD, is internationally recognized for its outstanding achievements in the field of natural fertility regulation and reproductive medicine — 30 years of scientific research and educational program development; allied health professional education programs for couples and professionals; professional, caring, and morally acceptable patient services. The Pope Paul VI Institute for the Study of Human Reproduction is building a culture of life in women’s health care through its major developments — Creighton Model FertilityCare System and NaProTechnology.
Amazing stuff, huh? Philip and I got to take NFP classes on site at Pope Paul VI with our own fertility care practitioner. We met one-on-one with our fertility care practitioner during our engagement and shortly after marriage to learn the ins and outs of the Creighton Model of NFP. I learned how to make accurate observations, and Philip learned how to become an accurate charter.
The gist of the Creighton Model is this:
- A woman’s natural cycle has periods of fertility and infertility
- Regular observations of the woman’s cervical mucus indicate whether the woman is fertile or infertile
- These observations help couples discern whether or not engaging in the marital act would help them in their goal to achieve or avoid a pregnancy
- In addition to identifying periods of fertility and infertility, charting (writing the most fertile observation of the day) over a period time can help to identify other gynecological health issues
Six months before our wedding, Philip started charting those observations. (We weren’t together until our wedding night, but I wanted to know how to make accurate observations, and Philip wanted to understand the charting. That way, we would know what my cycles looked like, seek any help if we needed it, and could better reach our discerned goal to achieve or avoid a pregnancy.
We weren’t living together before we got married, so we had to be very deliberate in making sure we charted at the end of each day. Before we hung up to say goodnight or Philip would head back to his apartment, he’d ask me, “What was your most fertile sign today?” I’d fill him in, and he’d put the info down on the chart. Then, we would talk about whether that day was likely a day of fertility or infertility to better understand what it all meant.
Philip was such a champ with the charting, and he had no qualms talking about cervical mucus. Gotta love a guy who can ask you straight-faced, “Sticky, tacky, or stretchy?” If you can talk about cervical mucus during your engagement, you can talk about anything! Our fertility care practitioner insisted that my job was to make the observations every time I used the restroom, and Philip’s job was to chart at the end of each day. I’m so glad she did, too, because it turns out having Philip chart makes a big difference in our success with NFP.
I didn’t know it then, but having Philip chart let me “off the hook” from playing the role of sex broker in our relationship. Every month, we would prayerfully discern whether or not we thought God was calling us to avoid or achieve a pregnancy. Keeping that goal in mind, we would have our charting conversation at the end of each day. If our goal was to avoid and it was a day of fertility, sex was off the table without me having to say so.
We have our monthly goal of achieving or avoiding in mind every time we have our nightly charting conversation. The conversation always goes like this:
Philip: What was your most fertile sign of the day?
Me: Fill in the blank with my most fertile sign.
Philip: (Writing down the observation on the chart and pointing out any irregularities/concerns with my cycle.)
Philip knows whether my observation indicates a window of fertility or infertility. Just sharing my observation lets him know whether or not being together that night would match up with our goal to achieve or avoid a pregnancy. If I were the one charting, I can see how I could become the sex broker. Philip wouldn’t be looking at the chart every night, so he’d probably lose a sense of where I am in my cycle. Instead of focusing on my fertility, the question would likely become, “So, can we be together tonight?” I’d be put in a position to say “yes” or “no” dependent on where I was in my cycle. Having to give the green or red light would have attached strings or guilt. I can see how that kind of relationship with NFP would likely lead to resentment of my fertility. With Philip charting, he’s in the know, and he sees the chart with me every night. He knows when I’m PMS-ing, when I’m menstruating, when I’m ovulating, and everything in between. With that information, he knows how to be as supportive as possible and what kinds of support will be best received. Together, Philip and I have uncovered information that we probably would not have without the gift of the Creighton Model in our marriage. We’ve learned that I struggle with PMS, I’ve had low progesterone, and my surging estrogen levels during ovulation make me break out like a teenager. Having these observations in a chart helped my OBGYN to intervene with progesterone supplements during pregnancy to prevent miscarriage, taught me to apply benzoyl peroxide big time before ovulation, and help Philip to *try* to be more patient and loving when I’m PMS-ing.
Having regular windows of abstinence when we are trying to space our children is a sacrifice at times, but it blesses us so much. It makes the times that we are together so much more meaningful, and it forces us to connect on different levels. When you’re going through the Creighton Model classes, you learn about “SPICE”–the different ways we can connect with each other:
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represents the Physical, expressed through closeness such as just being close to one another without genital contact. |
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represents the Intellectual, expressed through sharing a project, a book or new learning. |
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represents the Communicative/Creative and is expressed through an increase in written or verbal communication or other shared activities. |
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Our marriage is hardly perfect, but NFP helps us to regularly connect across the S-P-I-C-E spectrum. We pray together, we are able to be physically close without it having to result in sex, we are constantly learning new things together or trying new activities, we regularly exchange written messages or try to give words of affirmation, and we connect emotionally by regularly checking in with each other. With Philip charting, he’s in a better position to offer the different kinds of connections when I most need them. Likewise, I’m better able to connect with Philip across the spectrum, especially when we cannot be together.
That’s our story, but I also want to share some great things I’ve read to celebrate National NFP Awareness Week:
As always, please feel free to ask me any questions or share your comments! I talk about cervical mucus everyday, so I can talk about anything. 🙂
![Not-so-little "Harry-Barry Boo"]()
by Catherine | Jul 23, 2014 | Family
Harry has had an EXPLOSION of development this month. He’s far from being the “potted plant” variety of baby that stays where you leave him. He is on the go! He cruises most everywhere he wants to be. He has abandoned his crazy swimmer crawl for a nearly normal one. He says “dada” and “bye-bye.” His favorite thing to do is eat, and he has mastered signing for “MORE!” very urgently when the food runs out. He’s learned he needs to be a busy guy if he’s going to keep up with his big siblings. He doesn’t want to be left behind those two!
Philip and I took turns watching the kids play in the mall play area while the other did returns. During Philip’s turn watching the kids, 11-month-old Harry totally dominated this play structure! Don’t believe me? Watch this!
The kid has superhuman strength!
He goes down slides with the big sibs
He cruises to get to his coveted toilet paper
He adores ride-on toys
He goes cruising with Jane and Walt in Philip’s childhood car
He gets right in the mix for their crazy ideas like “3 ‘babies’ in a basket”
He attempts most of the structures at the playground. Spotters are always ready!
He’s opening cupboards and getting into mischief (and dog treats). Time to *really* babyproof things around here!
He stands alongside the “big kids” at the water table. I love how Harry and Walt have the EXACT SAME expression and their hands are doing the same thing in this picture. You think they’re related?
He’s learned to handle water fights like a champ because he’s (sniffle) no longer a wee little baby.
Harry turns 1 next month, and I’m thinking he’ll be walking by or shortly after his birthday. Where did this first year go? Love you, “Harry-Barry Boo!” You bring our family so much joy!
![Not-so-little “Harry-Barry Boo”]()
by Catherine | Jul 23, 2014 | Family
Harry has had an EXPLOSION of development this month. He’s far from being the “potted plant” variety of baby that stays where you leave him. He is on the go! He cruises most everywhere he wants to be. He has abandoned his crazy swimmer crawl for a nearly normal one. He says “dada” and “bye-bye.” His favorite thing to do is eat, and he has mastered signing for “MORE!” very urgently when the food runs out. He’s learned he needs to be a busy guy if he’s going to keep up with his big siblings. He doesn’t want to be left behind those two!
Philip and I took turns watching the kids play in the mall play area while the other did returns. During Philip’s turn watching the kids, 11-month-old Harry totally dominated this play structure! Don’t believe me? Watch this!
The kid has superhuman strength!
He goes down slides with the big sibs
He cruises to get to his coveted toilet paper
He adores ride-on toys
He goes cruising with Jane and Walt in Philip’s childhood car
He gets right in the mix for their crazy ideas like “3 ‘babies’ in a basket”
He attempts most of the structures at the playground. Spotters are always ready!
He’s opening cupboards and getting into mischief (and dog treats). Time to *really* babyproof things around here!
He stands alongside the “big kids” at the water table. I love how Harry and Walt have the EXACT SAME expression and their hands are doing the same thing in this picture. You think they’re related?
He’s learned to handle water fights like a champ because he’s (sniffle) no longer a wee little baby.
Harry turns 1 next month, and I’m thinking he’ll be walking by or shortly after his birthday. Where did this first year go? Love you, “Harry-Barry Boo!” You bring our family so much joy!
![Challenge of the week: observe]()
by Catherine | Jul 22, 2014 | Faith
A Catholic women’s Bible study I’m participating in is between studies. Before we move on to the next study, I was asked to select an article for the group to read and discuss. The article we’re reading and discussing next week is, “Observe” by Sheri Wohlfert from CatholicMom.com.
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In the article, Sheri writes about the power of observation and the blessings that being a deliberate observer of God’s Creation can bring to our lives.
“Who knows…if we become better observers we might have a front row seat to the wonder and awe of the Father and a much clearer understanding of the things he’s asking us to be a part of. It sounds too simple doesn’t it? Who would ever imagine great knowledge and understanding could come from just sitting still and watching the people and things around us carefully and without judgment.”
Inspired by Sheri’s column, I’ve asked the group to do some daily “homework” before our next meeting:
- Carve out 10 minutes each day
- Spend 5 minutes *just* observing the people around us (especially our family members)
- Spend 5 minutes *just* observing the rest of God’s Creation
- Write down the lessons learned and blessings this time brings
I’m looking forward to this exercise in deliberately taking in the world around me. It’s already bearing great fruit, and I’m anxious to hear how it blessed the other women in my study. Will you take on the challenge with us? Are you ready to just OBSERVE?
