Except for the second Glorious Mystery: The Ascension. I get it, it was glorious when Jesus got to go back to heaven. And I'm sure the apostles were filled with awe watching Him ascend on the clouds. Then some angels show up and basically say, "Why are you looking at the sky? He's not coming back so go and preach the Good News."
But then it's just not so glorious imagining myself as one of those apostles. Their best friend, their mentor, their hope, the man they thought was dead and gone to them forever but who came BACK!, the One they now knew was God...He was gone. AGAIN. I just cannot think about this second Glorious Mystery as a good one. It's a downer for me because I'm so sad for those apostles who are lost again - Jesus is gone and the Holy Spirit hasn't been sent yet. Better things are coming, but they don't know that. In my mind, they are longing to be with Jesus again. I want to be able to reassure them.
|Mommy and tiny Miriam|
|Mommy and baby Vivian|
|Miriam meets Vivian|
I like to think this is where I am now. We've got our footing around here. I don't feel the constant whiplash. Yes, I screw up motherhood all the time - like the apostles kept on sinning and even fighting with each other - but I'm confident of where this family is going and I'm kind of capable of mothering. I'm doing the work God is asking me to do today and hopefully I'm doing it recklessly, shamelessly.
|Mommy and newborn Felicity|
I spent so much time just wishing those babies would hurry up and get older, then it hit me last week that Miriam is going to kindergarten in less than a year and a half. That time is going to pass so quickly. I never thought I'd be one of those moms who cries on the first day of school.
|Our lovelies today.|