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Mardi Gras!

Mardi Gras is one of my favorite celebrations in the year.  I think I have to like it because I’m both French and Native American.  Doesn’t that make me Cajun or Creole in some fashion?

While many times it is celebrated as honoring all thing immoral (or at least indulging in immorality one last time before the penitential season of Lent), I think of it more in terms of an anticipation of the joy we are going to find during our Lenten journey.  We recognize the good things of this world, but look forward to the greater goods that we will receive from a life lived in Christ.

Without further ado, I present to you…  Mardi Gras 2014!

First, there’s no party without a party outfit.
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I put on a brightly colored shirt, authentic Mardi Gras beads (Thanks, Shane, for getting them for me from New Orleans during college!), pigtails, eye makeup and sparkly lip gloss.

Properly attired, I got things ready for the evening. After work, I went over my parents’ house and had jambalaya. I like traditions and the idea of making ethnic or special food to mark notable days. Since I’m “Creole”, I like to honor the day with Cajun-style foods. In a perfect world, I’d have more items on the menu, but being a working girl with a limited grocery budget…we just got jambalaya. But it was good!

Jambalaya

I did forget to add the shrimp, but it was good with just the chicken and andouille sausage.

Mom added a tomato-avocado salad to the party, and Dad had purchased paczki, which were our dessert. I snagged a blueberry one. Granted, paczki aren’t Cajan, but there’s a strong Polish demographic here in Michigan and that’s how people roll here. A big fat jelly-filled donut for Fat Tuesday. I’m okay with that. 🙂

All too soon, my paczek was eaten and Fat Tuesday was nearly over. Plans have been laid for Lent and I look forward to the journey at hand!

What did you do for Mardi Gras?

Something New!

I’ve been invited to contribute posts to my parish’s blog, OLGC Blog!

My first post comes out today! Pop over and take a peek; I’ll be discussing Lenten sacrifices: what do we give up and why?

Why Does This Always Upset Me?

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Okay. If you want to know how to upset me, here’s how:

Post somewhere visible that people who don’t have children are not allowed to comment about children or have any opinion regarding any topic surrounding parenting, etc. Say something like, “People without kids shouldn’t say anything.”

Recently, a friend made a comment like this and it really upset me. Again. So, I started thinking about WHY it is so irritating.

On one hand, I understand what I think they are saying. What I think they are trying to convey is that parenting is something that has to be experienced in order for one to fully “get it”. And perhaps their intention at making such statements is to express their irritation at people making stupid remarks regarding parenting, something that someone who has been through what they’ve been through would never say, or at least would say with caveats and allow for exceptions.

But what is upsetting is the way statements like these categorically say that any opinion/idea/comment that a non-parent has is frivolous. Futile. We (the childless) have NOTHING to contribute to the conversation. We are UNQUALIFIED. Our knowledge and experience is far inferior.

Wait a minute.

So, you are saying that even if I raised a kid since I was a child, but do not have a *biological* child and do not have one *right now*, that I don’t have any experience with parenting? What about an elder child with a lot of siblings? Foster parents? Pediatricians? Pediatric counselors?

Surely some of these people might have something valuable to say on the topic of children.

I think what is meant is that people who are *ignorant* of children and parenting ought not to state their opinions. In the same way that people probably shouldn’t make unsubstantiated statements about other things of which they are unfamiliar. For example, I shouldn’t go out there and say on every physicist’s Facebook page and blog that String Theory is complete bunk and everyone who believes in it is stupid. I don’t know the first thing about String Theory. My ignorance will either be laughable or irritating, but not particularly welcome. And this is a topic which isn’t as personal as parenting, where people tend to get defensive and think that people are judging them. I don’t judge, but I understand that a lot of others do. That’s sad. And, unless someone’s really endangering their kid, most likely unwarranted.

This situation seems similar to when people say that priests shouldn’t say anything about married life or marriage, not being married themselves. My priests note that although they do not have a wife, they have probably more experience with the trials of married life than any particular married couple, as the couple only knows *their* experience, while the priests have heard hundreds of spouses’ experiences, both in counseling and in the confessional.

The other problem that I see with this type of statement, is that it unnecessarily divides people. It is Us (parents) vs. Them (the childless). And I haven’t noticed that situations where people are pigeon-holed into rigid categories work so very well to foster dialogue, compassion and understanding between the two groups. More often than not in this world, things are not black and white. Just because you are a parent, this doesn’t mean that you know everything about parenting, even if you have several kids. And just because you are not a parent, doesn’t mean that you are completely ignorant. There’s room for a whole spectrum of knowledge and experience.

So, instead of hurting each other with all the judging and labeling, why don’t we just try to be understanding to each person’s unique situation (there are no two lives that are the same; everyone has their own experience of the world, even if they live together), and love each other more?

Devaluing all of my thoughts on a broad topic is so close to devaluing me as a person. I’m worth something, even if I don’t have all of your experiences. You’re worth something, even if you don’t have all of *my* experiences.

I am terminally ill. Most of the people who might read this are not. Should I say that none of them have any right to say anything to me because they aren’t in my shoes? Of course not. You may not be dying, but you are probably familiar with being sick or injured or frustrated.

Anyways. I’ve vented my frustration and, hopefully, said something that might make sense.

Pope Francis on Prayer

In your opinion, what should the experience of prayer be like?

In my view, prayer should somehow be an experience of giving way, of surrendering, where our entire being enters into the presence of God. It is there where a dialogue happens, the listening, the transformation. Look to God, but above all feel looked at by God.

— Pope Francis: His Life in His Own Words

Cold/Flu

It’s wintertime, with lots of people getting sick. Which makes me wonder…

Do you think Jesus and/or Mary ever got sick with the flu or the common cold?

I’m thinking: Jesus yes, Mary no.

Here’s my reasoning: Jesus became flesh for us; He was circumcised, writing the covenant into His flesh for us; was baptized by John for us. Although He didn’t have to, He experienced a thoroughly human experience for us. Why wouldn’t this include experience of common human illnesses?

As for Mary, if God applied Jesus’s work on the cross preemptively to Mary at the time of her conception so that she would be born without original sin and be filled with grace such that she never sinned in her lifetime, why wouldn’t He also protect her from illness? Plus, what son, if it were in his power, wouldn’t keep his mother healthy? And Jesus not only was the perfect son, but He also had the power to do so.

What are your thoughts?

The Twelfth Day of Christmas

On the twelfth day of Christmas, my true love gave to me: twelve drummers drumming, eleven pipers piping, ten lords-a-leaping, nine ladies dancing, eight maids-a-milking, seven swans-a-swimming, six geese-a-laying, five golden rings, four calling birds, three French hens, two turtle doves, and a partridge in a pear tree!

Drummers establish the rhythm for marching. They symbolize the 12 doctrines listed in the Apostles’ Creed, an ancient summary of Christian beliefs.

Suggested activity is to make noise/music using common kitchen items, E.g. boxes, pans, glasses, etc.

Apostles' Creed

12 Days of Christmas for My Priest: Day 12

On the twelfth day of Christmas, my friend Jenn gave to me: twelve stations of the cross (and maybe the last couple for completeness), eleven saints praying on my behalf, ten minutes of spiritual reading, nine chapters read of the Gospels, eight chapters read of the NT, seven prayers throughout the day, six chapters read of the OT, FIVE MINUTES OF SILENCE!  (Shhh…), all four rosaries, three acts of penance, two photographs, and one hour of Adoration!

The Eleventh Day of Christmas

On the eleventh day of Christmas, my true love gave to me: eleven pipers piping, ten lords-a-leaping, nine ladies dancing, eight maids-a-milking, seven swans-a-swimming, six geese-a-laying, five golden rings, four calling birds, three French hens, two turtle doves, and a partridge in a pear tree!

The pipers are the eleven disciples who remained faithful.

Suggested activity is to make cake or cookies with piped frosting. I kind of did this already with my mom for our Christmas cookies. Not that I had any skill whatsoever…

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These were decorated by an adult, not a toddler, as you might assume

12 Days of Christmas for My Priest: Day 11

On the eleventh day of Christmas, my friend Jenn gave to me: eleven saints praying on my behalf, ten minutes of spiritual reading, nine chapters read of the Gospels, eight chapters read of the NT, seven prayers throughout the day, six chapters read of the OT, FIVE MINUTES OF SILENCE!  (Shhh…), all four rosaries, three acts of penance, two photographs, and one hour of Adoration!