Last month (yes, it’s June already!) we weren’t able to attend a May Crowning for Mary. Last year’s event left quite an impression on the girls, and they were terribly disappointed to not pay a visit to Our Blessed Mother and crown her with flowers. So we decided to have our own ceremony. We ventured outdoors, and the girls picked wildflowers, weeds really. Then we came home, and Madeline spent half an hour arranging clusters of white clover and dandelions around Mary
I can’t be sure, but I don’t think the Mystical Rose minded shining in the midst of the scraggly dandelions one bit. Like most good mothers, she recognized the love behind the gift. I would be wise to discern it, too, behind all those small gifts my children offer me every day. From the handpicked flowers to the crayon scribbles, pieces of my children’s hearts are found in these humble offerings.