I remember my mother’s prayers and they have always followed me. They have clung to me all my life. ~Abraham Lincoln
I wrote this not long ago, and wanted to share with you my MOST cherished memory with my mom as a child. I thought since Mother’s Day is tomorrow, this would be an appropriate time to post it. Please note I changed our names.
‘’Mom, can we do our nightly prayer tonight?’’ she asks. “Sure Penelope, just let me finish putting your little brother to bed’’. Penelope loves when her mom tucks her in. It gives her those butterflies, which run from her tummy all the way down to her toes. She can’t help but get crazy excited every time and frantically kicks her feet under the blankets to let the silly’s out. When her mom arrives, Penelope is hiding under the covers. “Oh dear! Where did Penelope go?’’ teases Joan. “Penelope, Penelope where are you?” “She’s gone outside” whispers a little voice from under the covers. “Oh no! Not outside my little angel will get cold’’ as they banter back and forth Penelope finally emerges from the covers: ‘’ Mom I’m here!” she yells. ‘’Oh my’’ says Joan. “I thought you disappeared. I was worried”. “Don’t worry mommy. I’ll never EVER leave you.”
Penelope couldn’t imagine leaving her mom, that would be to scary, however, she loved to play little tricks on her mom as it kept her in the room longer.
“OK Penelope’ time for sleep” Joan says as she tucks the blankets under her daughter’s body making them all tight. “But mom! Our prayer? You start and I will repeat K?” “K” and Joan starts to recite:
“Hail Mary, full of grace. The Lord is with thee.
Blessed art thou amongst women,
and blessed is the fruit of thy womb, Jesus.
Holy Mary, Mother of God,
pray for us sinners,
now and at the hour of our death. Amen”
….. Then I would fall asleep, dreaming of Mary with her long blond hair keeping me safe and lulling me slowly to sleep…