Best Mother's Day of My Life

Sunday morning when I woke up, I thought it was going to be the worst Mother's Day of my life. It turned out to be the best.

I got divorced 6 months ago and had to move out of my home. So I was expecting the worst. And it did not disappoint.

No Mother's Day brunch or dinner. No gifts, no party, no breakfast in bed.

But then, on the way to church, my 8-year-old son gave me a hand-written card, which was so heartfelt and sweet.

He also drew me two pictures, which I am going to frame. Honestly, the card and the pictures were worth 1,000 brunches.

And then we got to witness four children receive the sacrament of Holy Communion at the Latin Mass at St. Mary Cathedral in downtown Austin.

We had a party after mass, with tacos, BBQ and cupcakes. The kids played basketball in the gym and the adults talked politics in the Bishop's Hall.

Coming home to Catholicism broke my marriage. But it saved my life.

I am so grateful I found my people. And so full of hope for our children and their children. The future is so bright.

I know a lot of people don't understand Catholicism. But they will. I predict that we will see people rushing back to the Catholic church in droves.

And I'm not talking about these modern Novus Ordo churches with their ugly architecture, terrible music, and communion in the hand.

I'm talking about the traditional Latin mass. In cathedrals. The way it has been done for thousands of years.

We're taking back our country, we're taking back our world, and we're taking back our church.

Update

Last night before bed, my son lit a blessed candle and read aloud from his prayer book: Glory Be and the Lord's Prayer.  

He's memorizing them for his Religious Education class. This is what leads up to him getting his sacraments.

He also cleaned the whole kitchen and put all the food away as a Mother's Day Gift to me. "You don't even have to pay me," he said.

This morning before school, he walked in the kitchen and said, "Do you like your present, Mom?"

I told him I loved it. I gave him a big hug and a kiss on the cheek and told him he was the best boy.

He said, "Keep it clean."

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