Tuesday, April 21, 2015

A Mom's Litany of Humility

O Jesus! meek and humble of heart, Hear me.

From the desire of being Mother of the Year,
Deliver me, Jesus.
From the desire of being told my kids are the best …
From the desire of having the best behaved children …
From the desire of having perfect, quiet children every week at Mass …
From the desire of having the perfect house…
From the desire of being the best cook …
From the desire of having a Pinterest-worthy life …
From the desire of wanting a full night's sleep, every night …
From the desire of being asked for Mom advice …
From the desire of hearing, “I don’t know how you do it all!” …
From the desire of wanting too much time to myself …
From the desire of wanting my pre-baby body back …

Deliver me, Jesus.
From the fear of being left out …
From the fear of being forgotten …
From the fear of being replaced …
From the fear of messing up my kids …
From the fear of my kids messing up …
From the fear of raising spoiled children …
From the fear of forgetting to train my children properly …
From the fear of my children leaving me …
From the fear of my children rejecting me …
From the fear of my children loving Daddy more than me …
From the fear that I am not enough …
From the fear of hearing, “I wish she was my Mom” …
From the fear of doing things the wrong way …
From the fear of falling behind …
 
That other Mothers may be loved more than I,
Jesus, grant me the grace to desire it.
That others may be more crafty than I …
That, in the opinion of the world, others’ insights and advice may increase and mine may decrease …
That others’ recipes may be chosen and mine set aside …
That others may be more organized than I ...
That others may look more put together than I …
That others may have a more fit body than I …
That others may be praised and I go unnoticed …
That others may be preferred to me in everything …
That others may be more efficient than I, provided that I may become as efficient as I should ...

Amen