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  • Thank God Ahead of Time (From the Vault, 2008)

    Thank God Ahead of Time (From the Vault, 2008)

    The Mom Weekly Volume 68: November 26, 2024

    You can read this, or any other previous Mom Weeklies, by going to the home page here.

    Notes

    I came across this “from the vault” when I was looking around on my old blog. And I remember so vividly writing it, and even more vividly how I kept it, all these years, as a “draft” and never publishing it. That’s because at the time, it didn’t seem quite “good enough” and that it seemed too intimate and tender to share at that time.

    When I read it now, 16 years later, I am in awe of my ability to write such long and (frankly) really good pieces, when I had so much going on. And it makes me want to commit to writing more about what I’m feeling and experiencing as life is happening. 

    I imagine that 2038 me will be so glad that 2024 me took the time to do this. That is, in the same way that 2024 me (right now!) is looking back and so grateful for 2008 me. And also, I’m giving 2008 me a big hug and saying, “Trust me, it’s good enough. It’s better than good enough. Keep going.”

    Remember how much I love you,

    Mom

    Thank God Ahead of Time (From the Vault, November 2008)

    I consider myself a thankful person in general, but I didn’t start that way on Thanksgiving Day. When Sir and I were first married—we joked about it even at the time—I once said during a disagreement, ” You know what the problem is? You’re not exactly like me.” 

    So I’ve left off saying that, and laugh about the young married me who said that, because of course that would be not be the problem. But I have to confess, and Sir knows, that I still have some days like that, wishing we felt exactly the same way about something or had the same ideas about….fill in the blank.

    Thanksgiving morning was one of “those mornings,” even though I got to Mass, and I have to say again I was pretty grumbly. I now look back and see I was upset about my mom’s decline that I had been hearing about from two states away. I know my mom would want me to stay with my family, and I thought I was doing the right thing by staying at home.

    So when my brother called around dinner time Thanksgiving Day, after having spent the day with my parents, he talked about how mom was weak but stable and doing okay, I just wanted to be there. I talked with Sir about my mom’s state, and he asked if I wanted to go out. I said, “Well, I know my mom and dad would both say, ‘stay at home,’ so I don’t need to go for them.” 

    And he, not me but absolutely wonderful in his kindness toward me, said something like, “What do you want to do for you?” And I realized immediately, I want to be there. Talking with him, and having him be supportive of it (which he had actually done a few days before as well) makes me so grateful for him. Of course not at the moment, because I was still grumbly, but I knew in my heart and said to myself, “I’m so glad he’s not exactly like me.”

    So I threw some clothes in a bag and gave him the keys to the minivan and left at 8 p.m. in his car. I am not a nighttime driver, but I was able to stay awake for the entire drive.

    When I got to the freeway about 20 minutes from our house, I started to get very emotional and felt it was probably pointless because I would not make it 400 miles in time before she died, so I started praying Divine Mercy Chaplet in song, which I have loaded on my iPod. (I have since learned from a friend that apparently it is good to say the Divine Mercy Chaplet with a dying person). As I started the chaplet, I was praying as I that I could make it in time to say goodbye to my mom. Sir had mentioned to me as I left that if I could get there in time, to speak to mom, as hearing is often the last faculty to leave. I imagined what I might say; I don’t really need to say goodbyes; there was nothing left unsaid. I think I just wanted more presence. 

    But by the time I got to the end of the first full chaplet, I was at peace. I didn’t want my mom to linger or suffer anymore. I felt united with her in prayer and knew that the Lord would be with her. I didn’t “have to” get there. So when my brother called a few hours later—I was not yet halfway there—that mom’s breathing had changed. He was heading down the 45 minutes to her, it was okay. I was on the phone with various sisters along the drive, and staying awake.

    My brother arrived around midnight, and prayed, out loud, the sorrowful mysteries at Mom’s bedside. And a minute or two after he finished, she stopped breathing. It was very peaceful. What a beautiful sending forth.

    I arrived about two hours later and was so grateful to be there and stay most of the weekend, helping begin the arrangements.

    At the last minute I had put in my bag this Father Solanus Casey biography. Re-reading parts of it in the days after my mom’s death was very fruitful.

    Apparently one of Father Solanus’ favorite sayings was “Thank God Ahead of Time.” A few months ago, a priest suggested I read about this remarkable man and his capacity for gratitude. And now I wish I were more a person who could thank God ahead of time, instead of realizing much, much later, how much my life, indeed, everyone’s life, is filled with grace.

    The author, Catherine Odell, writes of Father Solanus’ homily at the funeral of one of his brothers, also a priest: “He spoke of death as a humiliating but purifying gateway to eternal life. Death, he told the congregation, ‘is the last of the blessings God showers upon our earthly journey toward home.’ It was his favorite theme — gratitude to God for whatever he gives us.”

    The back of the book has a helpful section of “Words of Wisdom” quoting Father Solanus. This quote on death: “Death is the climax of all humiliation, when we must finally give up all and turn all over to God. Death can be very beautiful—like a wedding—if we make it so.”

    And on gratitude:

    “Gratitude is the first sign of a thinking, rational creature. Be sure, if the enemy of our souls in pleased at anything in us, it is ingratitude of whatever kind. Why? Ingratitude leads to so many breaks with God and our neighbor.”

    There have been so many graces and help and love from people in the days following Mom’s death. I am acutely aware now, much after Thanksgiving—I started this days ago, but am writing this the night before her funeral—that I am grateful for everything. The life of my mom, her peaceful death, growing up in my terrific family, for my own terrific family, and a husband I am amazingly grateful is not “exactly like me.” And I resolve I want to be the kind of person who thanks God ahead of time.

    This is surely for me, and also for the members of my family, a time of grace and a time of peace, as Advent is meant to be. May it continue to be so for all of us.

    Interesting/Notable

    Why I Didn’t Leave the Catholic Church—Claire Swinarski, Letters from a Catholic Feminist

    Our temptation is to turn God into a being that hates what we hate and loves what we love, whose main concern is our day-to-day contentedness.

    I don’t believe in that God. I’ve never known him. The God I believe in is sitting in this shit with me, staring up at the stars.

    An Action Item: Consider Joining Rakuten (if you have not yet)

    This is also Mom’s Occasional Money Advice: whenever you’re about to sign up for a service or get something, find out if there’s a referral link you can use to help a friend or family member. Case in point:

    Less than a year ago, I heard something (for the millionth time) about Rakuten, the free online shopping portal/app/browser extension to get rebates for online shopping. Surprisingly, I had never joined, even when it was Ebates. I think I had been using the Honey extension on my browser, but while it helped with coupon codes, I wasn’t getting many rebates.

    Anyway, I thought, it’s probably time to sign up. And before I did, I stopped and thought, I wonder if anyone has a referral link? So I texted the family, and one of my kids had a referral offer that gave us each $30 for me signing up.

    Now that I’ve been using it for awhile, I’m kind of impressed at how easy it is to get some decent rebates. t’s not life-changing money, but it’s not “nothing,” and it’s worth doing, in my opinion. For instance, I had to make a Shutterfly purchase the other day to keep my account current, and I see I got $5.32 back. I ordered glasses from Eyebuydirect last week, and got $31.60 back (that was because of an increased offer, which I don’t remember now—occasionally Rakuten will give you a higher percentage back, like 20 percent, on a purchase).

    Right now, Rakuten has a $40 signup bonus. That means just for signing up, the new member gets $40, and your “referrer” (me, if you’d like) also gets $40. Not bad! This referral link (click here) is good until December 8.

    I think everyone who uses Rakuten has the $40 offer, so if you have a family member who uses Rakuten, feel free to ask them for theirs, to keep the $ in the family.

    Final Rakuten hack: when I first signed up, I got “double” points back that week. I think that is still the offer, but just know when you do sign up that clock starts. I wish I had known about it ahead of time to plan for some purchases, but I was able to take advantage of it a little bit with an online purchase at Sam’s Club and I think order some shoes.

    What are you doing this weekend?

    So, now that it’s Tuesday, what are you planning for the weekend? I’m going to suggest trying to cover four “F”s to get ideas flowing:

    *faith—when are you going to Mass?

    *friends—what friends will you see or connect with?

    *food—any fun recipes you plan to try, or restaurants you plan to visit?

    *fun—anything interesting you are going to play, watch, or do this weekend? Now’s the time to think it through, and put it on the calendar (even informally).

  • Who’s On Your Personal Board of Directors?

    Who’s On Your Personal Board of Directors?

    The Mom Weekly Volume 67: November 19, 2024

    You can read this, or any other previous Mom Weeklies, by going to the website here.

    Who’s On Your Personal Board of Directors?

    The Wall Street Journal has an occasional feature called “Personal Board of Directors” that allows “ top business leaders talk about the people they turn to for advice, and how those people have shaped their perspective and helped them succeed.”

    For instance, this one about the CEO of Wal-Mart is worth reading just for his work life and career trajectory. (This is a gift link).

    Here are a few others:

    How Carla Harris Became One of the Most Powerful Black Women on Wall Street

    An Advocates for Managing Startups Differently Gets New Advice

    This Former Auto Executive is now CEO of a Billion Dollar Online Pharmacy

    I’ve loved this concept for some time, and often wondered who I would list on my Personal Board of Directors. I’m not a top business leader, but I still think there are people who influence me and guide me, and are just with me along life’s journey. Dad, you kids, my siblings, and a few friends.

    It is a helpful thought experiment: who would you put on your “personal board of directors”? There could be a different group of people for different seasons or different parts of your life—career, personal, and so forth. I’m going to make the case that I think parents need a personal board of directors as they navigate parenting (even above-average children like all of you, kiss face emoji).

    Remember how much I love you,

    Mom

    Interesting/Notable

    The 10-2 Challenge—J. Money

    You know how much I love a challenge! 

    I love the challenge itself—working on a project for 10 minutes, every single day, for 2 years. Even better is his addition to the challenge of noting what he did each day. 

    Also, my six degrees of separation—I met J. Money at FinCon 2019, and he is exactly as he sounds on his blog. And yes, he has a mohawk. He’s quirky and kind.

    An Action Item: Think About Advent

    Advent is right around the corner. (And this Sunday is the feast of Christ the King, Dad’s favorite!)

    That means Advent starts the Sunday after that—which is December 1. How can you consider using this Advent as a way to prepare your heart for Christmas?

    I don’t know if you remember the Donut Man song, “No Room at the Inn” 

    Here is one video of it

    And here’s one with the lyrics.

    For some reason, I used to get a little emotional at the line, “But you will find room in my heart, Lord Jesus.” And I still do, listening to it again. Give it a listen and see if you don’t remember it!

    Some things I have tried to do in the past during Advent:

    *end of year giving

    *cleaning out my closet and giving things away

    *trying to go to daily Mass a little more often

    *celebrating the feasts in December—St. Nicholas (Dec. 6), the Immaculate Conception (Dec. 8), St. Juan Diego (and G’s baptism anniversary!), and more.

    *picking out some spiritual reading to focus on during Advent

    The Hallow app has a kids’ Jesse Tree Tales challenge, which could be fun and light. 

    What are you doing this weekend?

    So, now that it’s Tuesday, what are you planning for the weekend? I’m going to suggest trying to cover four “F”s to get ideas flowing:

    *faith—when are you going to Mass?

    *friends—what friends will you see or connect with?

    *food—any fun recipes you plan to try, or restaurants you plan to visit?

    *fun—anything interesting you are going to play, watch, or do this weekend? Now’s the time to think it through, and put it on the calendar (even informally).

  • Holy Spirit Nudges (TM)

    Holy Spirit Nudges (TM)

    The Mom Weekly Volume 66: November 12, 2024

    You can read this, or any other previous Mom Weeklies, by going to the website here.

    Speaking of Holy Spirit nudges as I do this week, I plan to share and write about the election, in a general, but not a specific way. But not this week!

    Holy Spirit Nudges(TM)

    One morning recently, I had a thought while walking the dogs: I should invite my neighbor to ride with me to Mass.

    I was planning to go to a later morning Mass than I usually do, one that I have seen her at, and she had had a hip injury from a camping accident. I wasn’t even sure if she was driving yet, and I thought, maybe I could drive her? I did nothing about it right then, and the thought passed.

    As I was feeding the dogs their breakfast, the same, but louder, impulse occurred to me, and I realized that I should act on it! So I sent her a quick text (the dogs could wait), and felt glad that I did.

    I confess that I thought for a second, well, I won’t have that ride time to myself, and I’ll have to explain that I want to stop at Panera for my sip club drink on the way home, etc. etc. There’s a resistance to this kind of thing, but I recognized it as a prompt from the Holy Spirit.

    A few minutes later, she responded that she had been planning to drive to Mass and her Bible study, but she would rather drive with me. It turns out that while she can drive, she is using a cane, and is walking very slowly. 

    It would have been hard for her to navigate everything. I could drop her at the front door of church, and tell the Eucharistic minister to bring her communion at the back of church. The ladies from her Bible study took it from there.

    Since she was staying at church for her Bible study, and someone else could drive her home, so I didn’t even have to explain about Panera. It seemed almost too easy.

    I felt great about doing the right thing there, and especially grateful that I listened to that prompting of the Holy Spirit. Let’s call them Holy Spirit Nudges (TM).

    I’m sure by writing about it I have negated any merit that I might receive from actually doing that good deed, but I will take one for the team. That’s because the concept is much more important: trying to become more aware of the Holy Spirit’s prompting in our lives, and to act on them.

    I am not great at this, but I am trying to get better.

    I’m not really sure how it works, but here’s how I imagine it:

    The Holy Spirit sends me a nice gentle nudge to do something, pray something, or say something. 

    When I don’t respond, I imagine my guardian angel rolling her eyes, sighing, and telling the Holy Spirit, “Don’t worry, H.S., I’ve got this one.” She then gets up, nudges me a little more forcefully, as my guardian angel knows that I need!

    Who knows if that is theologically accurate? It’s fun to imagine it that way, and to have pity on my poor guardian angel, who all too often has to repeat, in a LOUDER SPIRITUAL VOICE, what the Holy Spirit has so kindly and gently nudged me to do.

    I have been slightly more aware of Holy Spirit Nudges TM (can I trademark this?) lately. To be honest, I don’t always respond to them. 

    Sometimes I am not sure it’s from the Holy Spirit (time to read St. Ignatius of Loyola on the discernment of spirits); and sometimes I just find myself not acting right away, and the moment passes. 

    It’s really important, at least for me, to not reproach myself for missing a Holy Spirit Nudge (TM). These nudges appear all the time, and there will be another opportunity often. And a terrific guardian angel to repeat it a little louder when I (almost always) need it.

    Remember how much I love you,

    Mom

    Interesting/Notable:

    42,000 Jigsaw Puzzle Time Lapse — it took this person almost a year to complete this jigsaw puzzle.

    The sorting alone took 2 months. Where does one purchase such a puzzle? I definitely do not want one, I just found it very interesting to watch the time-lapse!

    An Action Item: Think About Christmas Ideas

    Christmas is 43 days from today. That’s quite a bit of time, but that time will go quickly. Do you know things that you want to do, bake, or see? Time to make a list.

    Some ideas:

    *who do you need to get a gift for? Office exchange?

    *do you want to bake any special Christmas cookies or treats? Do you want to give those to others? Plan ahead for containers, and setting aside time to do the baking. Maybe invite a friend?

    *any November/December events you want to put on the calendar? I have a ToDoist reminder for Shop & Stroll at the nature center. There’s also Christmas light displays like the Festival of Lights, and more.

    *end of year charity giving. The approach of Advent is a great time to consider some giving to your church, a charity that you want to donate to. This could also be a good chance to volunteer, or consider an ongoing volunteer commitment.

    What are you doing this weekend?

    So, now that it’s Tuesday, what are you planning for the weekend? I’m going to suggest trying to cover four “F”s to get ideas flowing:

    *faith—when are you going to Mass?

    *friends—what friends will you see or connect with?

    *food—any fun recipes you plan to try, or restaurants you plan to visit?

    *fun—anything interesting you are going to play, watch, or do this weekend? Now’s the time to think it through, and put it on the calendar (even informally).

  • Naming a Blog (From the Vault, 2006)

    Naming a Blog (From the Vault, 2006)

    The Mom Weekly Volume 65: November 5, 2024

    You can read this, or any other previous Mom Weeklies, by going to the website here.

    Notes: 

    Later this week marks the 35th anniversary of the fall of the Berlin Wall. An article I had run across earlier this year prompted me to look up what I had written, however small, about the Berlin Wall.

    Please, if you do nothing else, read the account below in “interesting/notable” of the speechwriter who wrote the line, “Mr. Gorbachev, tear down this wall.” It’s incredibly moving. 

    Remember how much I love you,

    Mom

    Naming a blog (From the Vault, 2006)

    I’m not sure if I am the only one who took a month or more before starting a blog because of ….naming issues. I went through a lot of choices, nearly chose one, and then this popped into my head and I said, “Finally, a name!” Now if the blog can only live up to it…

    I chose my blog name from the title of the Rich Mullins song, “Let Mercy Lead“.

    (2024 note: Here is a live version of Let Mercy Lead uploaded last year about Aiden Strasser, the baby in the original song, donating part of his liver to his sister).

    Here is the chorus.

    Let mercy lead

    Let love be the strength in your legs

    And in every footprint that you leave

    There’ll be a drop of grace

    If we can reach

    Beyond the wisdom of this age

    Into the foolishness of God

    That foolishness will save

    Those who believe

    Although their foolish hearts may break

    They will find peace

    And I’ll meet you in that place

    Where mercy leads

    The first runner-up was “(What’s so Funny ‘Bout) Peace, Love and Understanding”, from the title of the Elvis Costello song. There is another song that has run through my head for many years. 

    One of my fun dreams is to open a restaurant or coffee bar, and one of the specific details about my place is to paint this song title along the walls. 

    I was really into Elvis Costello my junior year abroad in England. I remember watching a documentary on British TV about youth in Berlin (this was 5 or 6 years before the fall of the Berlin Wall), and the documentary captured the sense of living in a war zone, a sense of hopelessness most felt about their future. 

    The presenter said, you know, for us, (What’s So Funny ‘Bout) Peace, Love, and Understanding” is just a pop song, (with the Elvis Costello tune playing in the background) but for them (Berlin youth), it is really an anthem. They don’t sing it in an ironic way, he said.

    I remember thinking, I don’t either! I was and am very earnest about what I thought was the meaning of the song. What I really know now is I am earnest about the title of the song.

    In any case, now as a bit more of a grown-up, I had nearly decided upon this title for my blog, when I happened upon Elvis Costello tonight on “Austin City Limits.” A sign, I thought!

    It was great to hear a lot of the old songs I loved, and still love. He has such a way with words. So I searched the internet for the lyrics to the song, (and nearly chose another of my favorites, “Everyday I Write the Book,” one of my all-time favorite Costello songs). But as I read the lyrics, I realized that it really isn’t a very hopeful song. I laugh as I write this because one wouldn’t ever put “Elvis Costello” in the “hope-filled artist” category.

    So even though I still enjoy those Elvis Costello songs, and a lot of other music, the entire song”(What’s So Funny ‘Bout) Peace, Love and Understanding” (as opposed to the title) no longer dovetails so nicely with my view of the universe, and “Let Mercy Lead” does. I guess I’ve started this blog to help explain why.

    Interesting/Notable:

    How Top Advisers Opposed Reagan’s Challenge to Gorbachev—But Lost

    This is a FASCINATING, FASCINATING read. I got emotional just reading it, and remembering so vividly being a 20something watching the live coverage of the Wall coming down and people throughout Berlin celebrating their freedoms.

    Here’s another related article with a great quote from William F. Buckley. I’ll share the quote here:

    “But they have been the aggressors,” Buckley went on, referring to the Soviets. “It is written into their charter that they are the aggressors. To say that we and the Soviet Union are to be compared is the equivalent of saying that the man who pushes the old lady into the way of an oncoming bus, and the man who pushes the old lady out of the way of an oncoming bus, are both people who push old ladies around.”

    An Action Item: Pray for the Peace of Jerusalem

    This line from Psalm 122 keeps coming up to me when I think about the conflict in our world and all of the discord. Obviously, pray for the peace of Jerusalem means exactly that (as I wrote about last year) https://themomweekly.com/pray-for-the-peace-of-jerusalem/: praying for peace in the Holy Land. But it also means praying for peace in our homes, our country, our world.

    So take a moment to pray Psalm 122. Here’s the image I made of it last year, for you to refer to.

    What are you doing this weekend?

    So, now that it’s Tuesday, what are you planning for the weekend? I’m going to suggest trying to cover four “F”s to get ideas flowing:

    *faith—when are you going to Mass?

    *friends—what friends will you see or connect with?

    *food—any fun recipes you plan to try, or restaurants you plan to visit?

    *fun—anything interesting you are going to play, watch, or do this weekend? Now’s the time to think it through, and put it on the calendar (even informally).

  • 60 Days to the End of the Year

    60 Days to the End of the Year

    The Mom Weekly Volume 64: October 29, 2024

    You can read this, or any other previous Mom Weeklies, by going to the website here.

    60 Days to the End of the Year

    A few weeks ago, I read about how there are only (at that time) 75 days left in the year, and it’s a great re-set and time to set some goals. 

    This is a little bit along the lines of how September—the beginning of the school year— is a kind of January 1, a time to make goals and to feel accomplished towards the end of the year.

    Since it’s almost November, there are (approximately, for round numbers) 60 days until the end of 2024.

    I know we are all pretty busy, but I think it could be fun (really!) to set a goal to accomplish before the end of 2024. Doing this in the next few days would allow 60 days to spend on a project, and likely accomplish a project or make progress on a goal.

    I got thinking about this because of my birthday hike this past weekend. I have been avoiding hilly trail hikes the last few months since I wasn’t feeling super strong from my broken ankle recovery. 

    Instead, I’ve focused on long, relatively flat hike/walks, and on lifting weights to improve my stamina. This weekend was the first time I was trying a hilly trail in a few months, and it felt great. I felt strong and solid. I’m so grateful for my recovery, for all of the help everyone gave me while I was recovering, and that my work to get stronger has worked!

    Since  the JASNA AGM last week, I’ve been thinking about all things Jane Austen. So I have set my 60-day goal to finish two Jane-related projects that I’ve got a good start on. Nothing more specific right now, but I do plan to  will be daily time on those.

    What is something that you can set as a 60-day goal? I’d love to know what you have chosen, and something you would like to do.

    Remember how much I love you,

    Mom

    Interesting/Notable:

    New Hampshire parish aims for unity in pre-election prayers.

    Also, Hallow also has an Election week prayer project

    1995 Pride & Prejudice English Country Dance scene

    Speaking of JASNA, during English Country Dance lessons, we learned the dance (not historically accurate, but worked well for filming) from the 1995 Pride & Prejudice. It was so much fun!

    An Action Item: Set a 60-Day Goal

    See above! Even a mini-goal would be fun to set and to accomplish.

    What are you doing this weekend?

    So, now that it’s Tuesday, what are you planning for the weekend? I’m going to suggest trying to cover four “F”s to get ideas flowing:

    *faith—when are you going to Mass?

    *friends—what friends will you see or connect with?

    *food—any fun recipes you plan to try, or restaurants you plan to visit?

    *fun—anything interesting you are going to play, watch, or do this weekend? Now’s the time to think it through, and put it on the calendar (even informally).

  • The 80-Year-Old 43-Year-Old (From the Vault, 2007)

    The 80-Year-Old 43-Year-Old (From the Vault, 2007)

    The Mom Weekly Volume 63: October 22, 2024

    You can read this, or any other previous Mom Weeklies, by going to the website here.

    Notes:

    Since it is close to my birthday, and I am beyond the age my Mom was when she made her “60-year-old” comment to me referenced below, I thought I would share this reflection from nearly 20 years ago me. I have had a lot to say!

    I love birthdays so much! 

    And, of course, remember how much I love you,

    Mom

    The 80-Year-Old 43 Year Old (From the Vault, 2007)

    Several weeks ago, I was at a gathering of moms. I made a comment about “being older” in some context which escapes me now. We all laughed about whatever the comment was, but then one friend said, laughingly, something along the lines of, “When you make a comment like that, I always think about it like you think you are some 80-year-old lady.”

    It was a funny aside, but it gave me pause. I have noticed myself that I tend to make these “I am getting older” comments and I my younger friends are a little perplexed, or they think I am giving up. I’ve been reflecting on this lately and wondering why I do this.

    When my mother was 60 years old, I was 25. I remember her saying, “I’m old,” and it seemed to me at the time as a kind of giving up or a hopeless statement.

    And I said, “Mom, you are NOT old. You are 60—that’s middle-aged!” She replied, “60 is not middle-aged. Nancy, how many 120-year-olds do you know?” That set me back a little, but I still argued with her and talked about how active she was, how much she did, how much of her life was left to live well. She agreed with all of that, but persisted in saying that it was “real” that she was old.

    Now I think I understand a little of what she meant by the statement. It’s just an acceptance of a reality; a meditation in a way about the end of human life. What one does with this reality is the important thing.

    I am officially middle-aged now. I don’t really see it as a crisis or a tragedy—oh, no, no more miniskirts! (never me anyway), but as a reality that can be frustrating, funny, and frightening, all at the same moment. 

    Having a preschooler when one is over 40 and very (though happily) gray-haired in a small community where more people have grandchildren than children at this age sometimes makes me feel a bit odd. Sir and I laugh about it, but we tire of having to say, “No, they are my children, not my grandchildren.”

    It is kind of funny to admit my wounded pride there. Do I really look or act that old, I think? I don’t feel that I do; I stay active and love having little kids; I know I am a much better parent at this age than I would have been as a younger me (though children earlier would have been good for me in so many ways!)

    There is a sense in which these comments of mine, even internal comments, are my mid-life crisis—really coming to terms with and meditating on what it means to grow older, and yes, to die. I am so much more aware of it than I was in my 20s and 30s. The physical signs are only a little bit of what I’m feeling. While it is true that I don’t bounce back from injuries or late nights or overeating as I did in my “younger days,” I would say I am in better shape now than many times during my life, and I am much more careful about taking care of myself.

    But at the same time, I feel a growing sense of urgency to accomplish goals before… I don’t know; it’s not exactly getting old, or dying…. Even though I know that decline is decades in the future, decades is not so long anymore.

    It is so easy to keep putting things off and putting things off until it really is too late. Time is just moving too quickly for me these days.

    Also, I am much more sensitive in a number of ways to mortality, and old age, and weakness. It is not just my own, far away as that may be (or as close as it may be; the fragility of life is painfully close sometimes). Emotionally, I am much more aware. Funerals affect me much more deeply than in the past; I feel more a sense of being closer to the person dying than I ever have in the past. I feel this partially because my mother is somewhere along the path to death. The idea of losing my mom, either of my parents, is just overwhelming at times. I know intellectually this is the normal scope of things, but it still feels scary.

    Ralph McInerny, one of my heroes and author of the excellent memoir I Alone Have Escaped to Tell You, talks about it as “standing on the precipice separating time and eternity” when the people he most admires begin to die.

    He says it much more eloquently, but I would describe it is as a fundamental vulnerability—there is no more layer of protection between me and the wide world. That sounds strange; I have been independent of my parents for many years in so many ways, and I act very grown-up, but actually being that grown-up person…wow.

    And yet I can remind myself that we are all surrounded by “so great a cloud of witnesses” in the communion of saints. There is a layer there; we are all connected. Perhaps this is God’s way of helping me understand some of these theological concepts in a real way.

    So I tend to comment on my age a bit lately, and I will continue to comment on my age. For me, it is not an excuse, or a complaint, or a giving up. It is a continuing meditation about what it means to grow older, to have life and have it abundantly, at the same time to always keep in mind the last things.

    It is not because I feel like an 80-year-old, I promise you, even if I do complain about the aches and pains and grandmother comments. I am just standing on the precipice of time and eternity, trying to embrace the view.

    Interesting/Notable: 

    This TMW is scheduled to go out on the feast day of St. John Paul the Great. I will definitely eat some sweets in celebration of this feast, since he had a big sweet tooth.

    This is my absolutely favorite video related to JPII:

    Travel can slow the aging process, study finds (gift link)

    An action item: Consider going to confession

    As you know, one of my favorite things to do around my birthday is to go to confession. I’m just going to reprint what I wrote last year on my birthday TMW. (and, by the way, I was able to get to confession last week when I was in Cleveland for JASNA!): 

    Are you getting some sunshine every day? I really hope so. I’ve been trying to make an effort to do so, especially early in the day. 

    Because it’s my birthday, most of you will remember what I always ask: go to confession.

    My friend Susan used to joke with me about it, because admittedly it is a little odd tradition. She would say, “Hey, great, we’re going to confession for your birthday!” But I really love confession, especially after confession! (Kind of like a good workout).

    If you can’t get to confession, try to find a time in the next few weeks to do so. What you can do today—since all of you live within walking distance of a Catholic Church — is go make a visit to Jesus and say hi! He loves you way more than I do.

    What are you doing this weekend?

    So, now that it’s Tuesday, what are you planning for the weekend? I’m going to suggest trying to cover four “F”s to get ideas flowing:

    *faith—when are you going to Mass?

    *friends—what friends will you see or connect with?

    *food—any fun recipes you plan to try, or restaurants you plan to visit?

    *fun—anything interesting you are going to play, watch, or do this weekend? Now’s the time to think it through, and put it on the calendar (even informally).