A priest once told me that motherhood brings special graces. He said this to me after I had told him of my latest trial and tribulation with my teenager.
I looked around for my special grace. Where is it? and why isn't it evident? My special grace certainly isn't patience because God knows I have just about run out of it. I have often meditated on his commentary. What exactly did he mean? what would constitute a special grace? It certainly isn't stillness, because, My Lord I feel so restless! I can't seem to quiet my thoughts and especially not my fears. Where is my special grace? and why is it taking so long? where could it possibly be? It surely isn't vision, because I cannot see beyond any of this. Special graces? I am beginning to doubt his words. So now I see that my special grace is not faith because this too is quickly dwindling.
Oh but when this child of mine smiles and his eyes light up the sky, when he shows his charity and loving way, then I see the grace all around me and see that it has always been with me, for it is nothing more and nothing less than my unending love for him.
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