One might read that title and think, “Of course, she’s not making peace with Buddha, she’s Catholic.” In one sense, you’d be right. But the Buddha I’m referring to is more of a phenomenon than the actual Buddha himself.
Its funny (read: not funny) how pregnancy changes the world around you. Suddenly people think they now have free license to say all kinds of things to you, some kind, some horrifying, some downright rude. Not only do people say just about anything to a pregnant woman – without, it seems, so much as a second thought – but people also touch you without so much as a second thought. Generally speaking – and I do mean this as a general rule – I don’t mind when people ask if they can touch the bump. Rubbing me as though I’m Buddha himself is another notion entirely. Continue reading
Each pregnancy goes through three stages. In medical terms they are called first, second and third trimesters. Original, I know. But each individual pregnancy goes through many different stages. Some of them are funny, some of them are not so funny. As best I can remember, I’m writing out the stages of my pregnancy in more specific and less generic terms than trimesters (and the week they correspond to). Some are in the form of things as I experienced them, others take the form of things people have said to me. Enjoy – and I’d love to hear your experiences and funny stages in the comments!
The “since when do so many people think we lack self-control” stage (7 weeks – when we started announcing the pregnancy) Continue reading
I’m not for resolutions, I’m for goals. When it comes to the whole idea of coming up with a “word” that is supposed to be your goal or focus for a year, it has always seemed odd to me. One word? Just one? What’s the point? After one of the most recent Blessed Is She Twitter chats (#BISchat), I realized with stunning clarity my word for the year: authentic.
I’m tired of blogging about pithy things that don’t excite me. I’m tired of wasting my time and my days on things that don’t capture my passion and heart or lead to change in the world. I’m tired of being a person who isn’t real with the people closest to me. It is one thing to talk to parishioners at work in passing conversations and not go there – wherever there be may – but I don’t want to do that with the people closest to me. My best friends. My family. My husband. Knock it off with the “I’m fine” and “life is all hearts and rainbows” when inside I’m screaming for more. It is time to be authentic, to be genuine – even if that means embracing vulnerability more than I’m used to. (Someone remind me of this when I’ve got a newborn and feel like life may never return to ‘normal’ but I’m afraid to admit that.) Continue reading
I woke up early that day, too eager to keep sleeping. That, in and of itself, is odd, as I much prefer five extra minutes of sleep to getting up early. I’d made myself wait until that day to take the test because I was too afraid of being disappointed and heartbroken like I was the month before. Anthony, since he was still on summer break, kept sleeping. I climbed out of bed and made my way to the bathroom to do my thing and take the test – without letting on that I was doing so. I tried not to stare anxiously at the test as I waited the requisite three minutes. This time, unlike last time, the test didn’t instantly turn negative. I left it in the bathroom and went out to the sink to brush my teeth…and watch the timer slowly, ever so slowly, go down to zero. Continue reading
For Christmas I asked one thing of my dear, sweet husband: a date night. A chance to get all fancied up and go out to dinner and some fun activity. I love spending time with him in our home, but I also enjoy dating my husband and remembering all the reasons we fell in love in the first place. So, he planned a date night. Dinner out and then down to the zoo for the annual “Zoo Lights” show – a beautiful spectacle he’d never been to before. Continue reading
I hate new year’s resolutions. I almost never keep them and I simply don’t care to make them. I recently blogged about being in a blogging funk and trying to find my blogging voice again. I still have no idea what that is going to look like, or even how often I’ll post – I’m just trying to take it day by day. Despite my dislike of new year’s resolutions, I like goals. Attainable things in chunks that I can manage. Things like, “Lose weight” and “read more” are simply too vague for my type A personality. For all the blogging world to see (and keep me accountable?), I’m writing down my goals for each month of 2015. I’m hoping to write a post at the end of each month with a progress report on how I’ve done. I much prefer the idea of breaking it down to more concrete goals and shorter time frames, so here goes nothing. Continue reading
It just has to be said: my job is legitimately awesome. Sure, it has trying days just like any job, but there are some pretty incredible moments too. For those that don’t know, I work at the parish I grew up at as the Director of Faith Formation. I oversee…a lot of programs, but the bulk of my days are spent working with preschool – 5th grade students and the volunteers who teach religious education classes. I get to see – literally – hundreds of first reconciliations and first communions every year. But beyond the sacramental highs, I get to watch children fall in love with Jesus, families come together and learn, and all the little things that happen along the way. There are so many stories I could tell from my time in this job, but below are a few of my favorites that truly illustrate the beauty and innocence of children – and how we are called to be if we want to know Jesus and enter His Kingdom (see Matthew 19:14). Continue reading