Wednesday, August 10, 2011

Meeting Someone Who Doesn't Know Our Mom

I met someone who didn't know our Mom today.

It feels strange to be so shocked about it.

I mean, I grew up Protestant. The number of people who I know who DON'T have an intimate relationship with Our Blessed Mother must be well over a thousand.

Both this surprise felt like a curve ball.

I had a deep conversation about a recent health crisis with a fellow Catholic who matched me in all the external trappings of my faith.

I followed the conversation so closely about the doctors, and the test results and that "we can't promise anything certain about the outcome until after surgery..."

And then there were these gaps, because in my head I kept remembering my own journey through the NICU and mentally adding "and that's the moment when Mommy Mary entered into the hospital room."

But this story didn't have that.

No Mom.

No sacraments.

No intangible spiritual presence.

Everything commented upon was something tangible. The doctors where great. The church was "great" --but only in a physical, tangible way as in "everyone brought us food every night."

And it made me realize what a very precious gift it is to see Mom in my life. I get in trouble. I get hurt. I get scared. And Mom shows up!

Literally!

I can see her. I can smell her.

And anytime someone does a great kindness to me- either a priest giving me some great advice, or a friend sending me flowers in the hospital recovery room-- I see it as a special sign of love from Her! It's HER son or HER daughter that is giving me that love.

I don't walk around being amazed that some random people are "spontaneously" kind to me.

Those special signs of affections come from a source-Her.

And all healing comes from HIM.

I wonder how many other people are out there, going to Mass on Sunday, giving birth to lots of kids, going through the dark night of unemployment or health scares or unexpected pregnancies who doesn't know that
OUR MOM IS THERE.

Sort of make me want to tell the whole wide world about "what a friend we have in Mary!"

5 comments:

Katherine said...

Maybe, for some, they don't know because they've never really had that kind of mom to be able to comprehend that Mom might be like that.

Abigail said...

I don't think so.

I didn't have a Mom like that.
I, personally, wasn't a woman at all like that.
I never said a Hail Mary until age 25.

Everything I feel about Our Blessed Mother I was specifically taught by the Roman Catholic Church.

I sort of feel like Catholicism and devotion to Our Blessed Mother go together like peas and carrrots.

Anyone else have anything thoughts?

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Carrie said...

Hi Abigail, I've been reading your blog for months, though I don't usually comment. I was raised 'Catholic-enough'. Enough for 1st communion and confirmation, but not for much else. I became a born again Protestant in my early 20s (I'm now 34 with 5 kids and involved at our non-denominational church). Now, mostly due to blogs and books, I am becoming interested in Catholicism. But this Mother Mary stuff just doesn't make any sense to me at all. Could you point me in the direction of some help understanding this?
Thank you,
Carrie

Amy said...

I must be blind, because I try to look for her all over, I search like crazy, and I just don't see/feel/smell it.

I know she is there - that it's real - the one time I can point to is when we borrowed a travelling Mary statue and when I returned to my car a few hours later it "inexplicably" smelled like flowers.

But once or twice in 42 years isn't enough for greedy me! :-P