#mother
: best movie you’ve watched❤️!
No one is more scared of getting pregnant than a Mother Of 1.
Having a talkative kid is the worse. Like damn, you ain’t outta breath yet?
Being a Women is Hard work…
Who eat first the kids or the husband?
Your baby deserves a happy mom.. take care of yourself sis.
Vacation
California Love
Can we normalize being strict Parents again. Our young people need help.
Dealing with the death of a loved one
I know this post doesn’t tie in with pregnancy and babies to many of you…but to me it does. At 19 weeks pregnant I lost my mum,after a long battle with cancer.
When I first found out I was pregnant she was over the moon. She couldn’t care less about who the daddy was and why he wasn’t there. All she cared about was becoming a nana.
It was her enthusiasm about everything that helped me get over any worries and anxiety I had about the whole situation.
After my 12 week scan it was becoming clear that mum didn’t have long left. So instead of focusing on the bad she focused on helping the baby to have memories of her in lots of different ways.
I purchased a book from etsy called “letters to my baby”, mum wrote a letter to her for each year up until the age of 18. She put in stories about me as a child and lots of pictures so it all made sense.
Another thing we managed to do is get a recording of my mum singing twinkle twinkle little star. That recording was then sowed inside of a teddy my mum had picked for her and will always be near her.
And of course she chose the name, which I still don’t know, but I have no doubt she chose a good one ☺️
I won’t lie, it’s been the hardest few weeks ever and I don’t expect the pain of losing her to ever go away.
But I promise my daughter will always be told stories about her nana and what she was like. And I know my mum will always be with us.
CEC: Cosmic Entity Containment Report “Moon Mother”
First Dispatch unit has discovered a new entity of immense power, however current reports would deem the entity as docile.
The descriptions we’ve received describe it as humanoid, yet lacking ears in exchange for massive horn-like protrusions on it’s skull.
The most alarming feature of this entity is the floating spheres contained within what appears to be a small pocket of space, containing stars and planetoids.
There has not been much contact with this entity, but First Dispatch has encountered the it multiple times.
We are actively seeking this humanoid being with extreme vigilance. It appears to be moving without leaving any trail that we are aware of currently, yet it moves almost instantly. Reports from one First Dispatch gunner named “Joshua Lerin” has informed researchers that this entity seems to be crying whenever it spots their unit. It leaves as soon as it notices any life other than fauna and local avian species, yet it does appear to stay close to the northern mountain regions near Gardfallz and Highmar. Efforts to keep civilians from finding the entity have been taken, any sighting results in an immediate lock-down of a 2 Kilometer wide area around the sighting.
It appears that this entity is becoming more accustomed to Joshua, as it seems to have spoken with him on at least two occasions. The first was a brief statement from the entity, reported to have asked a question before disappearing like glass, as if the physical form it had was broken into shards of crystals before vanishing. The questions to the First Dispatch was “Why can I not find it?”
We are still tailing this entity with our reasearchers digging for an idea of what this CEC is looking for. However, Joshua gave us quite an interesting report as of our latest encounter.
This entity does not speak with what appears to be a humanoid mouth, but instead speaks directly into the mind without using words, but rather a “ringing” sound that is simply understood. Joshua reports “I couldn’t tell you what in the under realm that noise was, but somehow I knew what she was saying. Like it was familiar to me, or something.”
Lastly, Joshua was given orders to follow her alone, to which our research staff was intrigued to find the entity did not run, or try to “Shatter” but instead held a small, very brief conversation with Joshua.
He is returning from his latest interception attempt with the rest of the First Dispatch squad, but he did report a brief statement of what he discussed with the CEC.
“She’s going to be a hard one to catch. HQ, this is Joshua. Next time we see her, let me go in. We can’t have weapons or helmets, we also can’t bring radio’s to keep in contact, but perhaps we can find a way around that. Oh, and one last thing. I’ll give you the rest when we get back, my heads killing me, but she did tell me one last thing before she “shattered.” She’d like to be addressed by her title from now on.”
“Moon mother.”
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HOMILY for the 4th Sun of Lent (Dominican rite)
This past week we completed half our Lenten journey, half of our trek through the wilderness of Lent, and just as Our Lord mercifully feeds his people in the desert, so as to refresh them for the journey home, so the Church mercifully refreshes and encourages us with signs of joy this Sunday, to strength us for the journey up towards Jerusalem, towards the Paschal feasts of Our Lord’s Passion, Death, and Resurrection. Hence this day has been called variously Lætare Sunday, after the opening words of the Officium, “Rejoice O Jerusalem”, or Mid-Lent Sunday, or Refreshment Sunday, or Rose Sunday, or, in our country, Mothering Sunday.
The liturgical reference in the epistle to Jerusalem as our mother, and the words of the entrance antiphon which then speak of Jerusalem as a mother consoling us, her children, after the sorrow of weeping for of our sins, meant that in the Middle Ages, in England, this Sunday was associated with mothers, but particularly with the idea of the Church as our mother who consoles us with the Sacraments and who sets us free from the bondage of sin, as the epistle says, so that we can love truly and thus inherit eternal life. The custom thus arose on this day of visiting the Mother Church of a diocese, the Cathedral, or indeed of visiting the font where we had been baptised. For the font is like the womb of own mother church, our parish church, since it is from the font that we are reborn to eternal life through the Sacrament of Baptism. Nowadays, we focus on our Baptism, renewing our baptismal vows and so on at the Easter Vigil. But in medieval times, it was on this day, the Fourth Sunday of Lent, that our thoughts turned to our Mother the Church giving us new life through Baptism.
These ancient ecclesiastical customs in England account for the fact that for us Mothering Sunday is always kept on the Fourth Sunday of Lent, and it is fitting that we gives thanks to our mothers who gave us natural birth, even as we give thanks to God for the gift of the Church who gave us supernatural birth, by grace, to the Christian life. Thus St Cyprian says: ““No one can have God for his Father, who does not have the Church for his mother.” Hence in the Creed we profess our faith in “one, holy, Catholic, and apostolic Church”, and as I said last Sunday, we each have a solemn duty to work for the unity of the Church, to be loyal and protective, as it were, to our mother who gives us eternal life, who nourishes us with the Sacraments, and who educates us in faith, leading us to God our Father.
As today’s Gospel suggests, Christ gives us the Sacraments of the Church to refresh us, to give us bread for the journey home. For us Christians, home means heaven, as St Paul says, and so the Church feeds us with the Eucharist that is our food for the journey of life, home to heaven. But as at Mid-Lent, the Church gives us a moment of respite, a moment of joy to take stock of the consolations that God has given us, so in our lifetime, in the pilgrim journey of this life, we are called often to stop and be refreshed by the consolations of God that the Church offers us. In the words of a 9th century hymn for the Dedication of a church: “This is thy palace, here thy presence-chamber, Here may Thy servants, at the mystic banquet, daily adoring, take the body broken; drink of Thy chalice… Here in our sickness healing grace aboundeth, Light in our blindness, in our toil refreshment; Sin is forgiven, hope o’er fear prevaileth; joy over sorrow.” As such, when we think of the Church, the new Jerusalem, our spiritual Mother, so we rejoice and give thanks for the gift of the Church, of her Sacraments, of all those consolations of God that come through the Church.
However, here in this Marian Shrine, we cannot speak of Mother Church without acknowledging Our Lady who “as St Ambrose taught… is a type of the Church in the order of faith, charity and perfect union with Christ.” Indeed, as the Second Vatican Council went on to say, “in the mystery of the Church, which is itself rightly called mother and virgin, the Blessed Virgin stands out in eminent and singular fashion as exemplar both of virgin and mother.” Hence, from ancient times, maybe as early as the 8th century, a golden rose, often ornamented with jewels or scented with perfume, was fashioned and blessed on this day. The rose is, of course, the superlative symbol of Mary, the Mystical Rose; she whom the prophet Isaiah foretold would be the flower springing from the root of Jesse; she whom we honour with spiritual garlands of roses in the form of the Holy Rosary that we pray. The gold from which the rose is made is incorruptible; it does not tarnish, and so it is a symbol both of Mary’s sinless virginity, and also of heaven, of which she is Queen. As such the golden rose directs our thoughts to our heavenly home, that heavenly Jerusalem which is the goal of our earthly journey, which is the focus of our Lenten penances, and the joyful thoughts of that habitation of Our Lady and the Saints draws us forward, encourages onwards in our pilgrim journey of life.
On the fourth Sunday of Lent, then, the popes would bless the golden rose in Rome, and these would later be given to shrines of Our Lady, or to Catholic rulers. For this reason, because the blessing of the golden rose takes place on this day, so the custom arose of wearing rose-coloured vestments on the Fourth Sunday of Lent. It’s a rather roundabout way of getting to pink vestments, and indeed, they’re the most obvious difference that we see on Rose Sunday, but in fact, as is often the case with visible obvious things, they are probably the least important of all the rich liturgical and cultural and theological aspects of this Sunday in Lent. So, have a joyful and blessed Mothering Sunday, Mid-Lent, Refreshment Sunday, Rose Sunday or Lætare Sunday. Whichever you choose to call this day, let us, in the words of the Gradual, rejoice “at the things that were said to me: we shall go into the house of the Lord”. For behold, Easter is but three weeks away – time for me to start painting that Paschal Candle!
Happy Mother’s Day to everyone! I hope y’all are spending a nice time with your mothers. ^^
they never taught this child how to cook
for father was always away
busy chasing all his summers
and mother was never at home
catching up to days before the fall
they never taught this girl how to cook
for father was too occupied, screaming in the rain
slamming his fist through the red closed gates
and mother was too absorbed, locking herself in
crying while her tears glitter on broad daylight
they never taught this woman how to cook
and yet father would complain
“you should know how to cook” in mockery
and mother would get mad
“why don’t you know how to cook!” in irritation
but they never taught their daughter how to cook.
