Too Hot to Handle: Veteran's Day Mass

Tuesday, November 8, 2011

Veteran's Day Mass

Today we were supposed to join our lower campus for a Veteran's Day Mass at St. Mark's. It is quite an impressive sight - 550 6-12 graders walking en masse to Mass. We have police to help with crossings and for the most part they are all very good. But today, it rained.

They shuffled our military kids, because it is so important to their families, but the rest of us carried on like normal.

One by one my juniors paraded in, first to check on what they missed in class (I have them so well trained) and second to tell me how ADORABLE my daughter with the curls is. Really? Again?

I heard them out, and this time - she actually was. She was adorable, absolutely adorable. When she went up during the Eucharist to be blessed, she asked the Eucharistic minister to not worry about blessing her, but send those blessings to the soldiers, because they needed it more.

Makes my heart melt and my chest fill with pride. I wish we could have gone to mass.

Please say a prayer for our armed forces and the families that they leave behind. A prayer for their safety and a prayer of Thanksgiving for the sacrifices they are making.

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I AM

Taken from "The Fireman's Wife" by Susan Farren

I am thank ful. This has not always been an easy walk for me.

I am disappointed. We have missed family gatherings, weddings, dinner engagements, birthday parties, and holidays because of shift schedules and overtime.

I am patient. There have been dinners spent at the firehouse waiting for Daddy to return from a call while the kids get cranky and the food gets cold.

I am nervous. I awake at 3:00 A.M. hearing creaks in the house and don't have the comfort of my husband beside me.

I am tired. The house is full of sick kids and there is no relief in site because Daddy is on a seventy-two-hour shift.

I am jealous. Jealous of all the women whose husbands came home at 5:00 P.M. to have dinner and hold them at the end of their day.

I am worried. I worry that he may not come home one day. This I try to tuck away.

I am content. We have decided to give up my career so I can stay home and raise our children. We no longer have an abundance of money or things. It is the greatest freedom I have ever known.

I am incompetent.There was a time when I considered myself moderately intelligent. I now struggle to remember where I left my car keys, the diaper bag, and, occasionally, the baby.

I am waiting. Knowing the phone may one day ring for me.

I am doubting. Doubting that God hears all my prayers. Doubting I am the kind of wife and mother He needs me to be.

I am trusting. Trusting that my husband will come home again.

I am confident, I am embarrassed, I am lonely, I am surprised, I am overworked, I am underpaid.

I am...The Fireman's Wife.