Monday, April 21, 2008

Papal Visit '08

A friend shared me with me this neat story.  

My friend has a friend with a 9-yo son who is legally blind.  Son wants to be a priest when he grows up.  Friend's friend was entered in the lottery to see the Pope in DC, but did not get tickets.  A friend of my friend's friend (got that?) was also entered in the lottery and did get tickets, however, she felt that God was impressing on her to give the tickets to her friend.   So friend's friend and her 9-yo son went off the see the Pope in DC.

Somehow friend was talking to a priest who talked to a bishop who talked to an archbishop who spoke with a vatican official (or something like that) and it was arranged that the 9-yo boy would get a chance to meet The Pope.  So, when the Pope came out, the 9 yo boy was lifted over the ropes and actually met and spoke with The Pope for around 5 minutes.     The Pope blessed a purse full of rosaries and other religious articles that the boy's mother had given him. .  Boy also asked the Pope to "please bless my eyes because it might be hard to be a priest if I am blind"  So, the boy also got a special papal blessing on his eyes.

The boy was then lifted back over the ropes and returned to his mother.     Later on, when the Pope came out he made a special point of coming over to the boys' mother and friends and greeintg them.  As the Vatican offiicial was leaving he told the boy's mother "your son must be very special because he (the Pope) doesn't do that).

A few days later, the boy had his regular eye exam and it was discovered that for the first time since he was born, there was no further degeneration of his eyes.

Neat story!

Saturday, April 12, 2008


Baby Son's birth was the culmination of a long and arduous labor. It was the most difficult of my 3 births and the end was fraught with peril.... being strapped to the monitors,  hushed talk of heart decelerations,  quiet encouragement to push, and the realization that Son had to come out NOW and *I* was the only one who could do it.    It was up to me.   My body had grown and sustained him for 9 months, but was it time for him to leave, to begin life outside the womb and fill his little lungs with air.  It was discovered that his umbilical cord was short, and it was being compressed and stretched as he exited the womb .....that was causing the heart decelerations.   Instead of a rosy pink, he was born gray.  Thankfully, once he was on the outside, his lungs filled with air, he cried and took on a healthy pink color.

I found his birth to be very unsettling, disturbing in some way.  Although everything went well,  nothing went as planned. My other 2 births were textbook, smooth, without problem.  This one wasn't  and looking back, it is quite scary realizing "what COULD have happened"

I have come to realize that life and birth are uncertain. Nothing is guaranteed.  Things happened that were beyond my control, it was out of our hands.  Thank God the outcome was good.

I have come to a greater respect for birth, for the entire process, the mystery of it all, the way things unravel.  It truely is an awesome experience, one I am blessed to take part in, along with the legions of women who have gone before me.

Tuesday, April 8, 2008


I have come to he conclusion that most men are so smart they pretend to be stuipd.  Let me explain, Hubby likes to tell the story of how when he was a child his mother tried to teach him how to cook.  She asked him to heat milk, and he put the milk in a plastic measuring cup on a hot burner.  Needless to say, that was the end of cooking lessons and he got to go outside and play.  So, the question is, was that incredibly smart or incredibly dumb of him.??? 

This is NOT an isolated story.  My girlfriends are fully of similarr stories of their husband's dumb escapades, which might not be so dumb after all...maybe they are all diabolically clever ideas to get out of work, well thought, planned and executed.

 A women will do almost anything to NOT be thought of as incompetent, hmmm...maybe we should take a lesson from men and rejoice in our incompetence.    Life would sure be a lot easier that way.


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