To the man who came up to me after Mass today and asked if I needed help carrying things out to the car and then smiled and said he enjoyed hearing my baby “talk” (squeal loudly in frequent intervals is more like it).
“She’s very vocal,” I said, apologizing.
“She made a lot of noise, but they were all happy noises. Maybe she’ll be up there singing someday,” he kindly replied, nodding in the direction of the choir loft.
“Thank you, and happy New Year.” I told him.
“Happy New Year to you, too.”
I’ve found recently that Holy Days of Obligation definitely offer me an opportunity to grow in holiness. Because of Dave’s crazy schedule, I usually end up going with the girls solo. Rae is a handful at Mass, always “singing” and saying every word that comes to mind (sometimes she sees the crucifix and says “Jesus,” which tugs on my heart, and sometimes she pats her behind and yells, “butt,” which makes me blush with embarrassment).
But when people like this stranger come up to me and encourage me, I’m so thankful to be a part of the Body of Christ and the Church, and to be given the chance to be sanctified through very vocal and wiggly children.
Thank you, Blessed Mother, for encouraging me in my vocation as a Christian mom through this kind stranger. Help me to model you and your patience, humility, and absolute trust in God in every way.