Our Lady of Guadalupe's feast day is today. So happy feast day to you all.
Let's be honest here, Mary, as wonderful as she is and as much as I loved her before I gave birth, is no longer my go-to woman. As I'm freaking out, stressed out, tired, resentful and ticked off about my loss of time, self and space due to my high needs baby the last thing I want to do is talk to the Immaculata about parenting her Son, God. I'm sure Jesus is none too pleased with me about this and the Holy Spirit wants to give me a firm talking to.
But all I'm saying is that at this point the Church doesn't offer us a lot of canonized moms, in fact Mary, Monica, Gianna and now Therese's mother are the only ones I can even think of. And from what I know about them, their problems weren't like my problems. Which brings me to this conclusion, I am just going to have to step up my game so that when I die I go straight to Heaven, start getting some miracles and am canonized myself. Seriously, we Catholic moms need a saint who had frustrations with NFP, struggled with the baby blues and emotional eating and had a hard time embracing her vocation and body. I could be the patron saint of moms, NFPing moms, fussy babies, parents with demanding babies, eating disorders, people who worked for the Church, home births, short engagements and therefore planning a wedding in 6 months, people with tempers, and people who frequently put their foot in their mouth. In fact, my prayer card could show me with my foot in my mouth. It would be perfect.
I'm completely serious about all of this, and it's a good thing I have spiritual direction/reconciliation scheduled for this Tuesday: I've got a lot of work to do.