I've become friends with an older woman whose energy belies her age. She just has this glow.
Last week I learned that she has not missed daily Mass in over 30 years.
I immediately decide to do the same. Never mind that I can't make it through ONE Sunday Mass without retreating to the vestibule. I'll make it work!
First Thursday Mass approached. I emailed a friend for accountability. I brushed hair, loosened the diaper, ripped off the sleeper, and...what was that horrible scream?!?
Yes. In my haste, I had caught the sensitive part of a 1-year-old boy in the teeth of his zipper.
What a wake up call. I spent the morning alternating between frozen peas and regret.
(PS--he's totally fine now)
Monday, December 7, 2009
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