Today we celebrated an important feast day, a holy day of obligation. Which is to be treated like a Sunday mass, where a catholic must attend. The littlest boy insisted on wearing his basketball singlet over his dinosaur shirt as he does daily.
The ‘assumption or falling asleep’ of the Blessed Virgin Mary. Where at the end of her earthly life, she ascended into heaven, body & soul. This dogma was defined since 1950 by Pope Pius XII.
Many assume that Catholics worship Mary. This is far from the truth.
We love her like a child loves his mother.
We wish to imitate her because she served the Lord completely, never straying from her son’s side when others abandoned Him.
We have statues of her not because they are idols, but because they are tangible reminders of her and because cameras were not invented.
We call her our mother because at the cross, Jesus told St. John she was and I believe in His word.
I pray for her intercession, to help me in my motherhood to love Jesus and my children like she does.
We celebrated by eating egg smash bowls (slow cooked root plants, from last nights left overs mashed with butter) and kombucha for brunch. We planned that after piano lessons, for the afternoon we would then headed off to fossick amongst the rocks, splash in the salt water with friends who couldn’t gather up at our usual homeschooling day. The heavens opened as we shared a gluten free, organic dark chocolate slice (biscuit dough pushed down and baked in a tray instead of rolled into balls and pushed down as a biscuit. It turns out like a brownie) which our 12 year old baked. For a short but sweet time, a mere few mumma friends in the hood and I sipped warm drinks under the shelter of some peppermint trees.
Heading home, we thanked God for 7 things that we were grateful for. Something that struck me from a recent post over at Thehomeschoolmomblog.wordpress.com as our 5 year old seemed to be intent on seeing all the things she did not have, rather than the things she did. Tomorrow, I am looking forward to hearing all of the things my girls and Boy are grateful for. Our 2 year old even piped in and clearly said “Thank you God for dinosaurs and basketballs”