Today at lunch Henry was playing with a necklace I was wearing. He asked me “Mama, that you ce-cer?” Normally very good at deciphering his vocabulary I had no idea what a “ce-cer” was. I made many attempts, until finally I asked “Teacher?” to which he responded with an enthusiastic “Yeah! That you ce-cer?”
The necklace I was wearing is fairly new. I purchased it on Wednesday, October 16th. It is a tiny medal, no bigger than my thumbnail, the person on it is barely visible unless you’re up close. I’m not even one of outward signs and symbols like this, but on Wednesday I had the firm desire to make this purchase
I bought it to have something to hold on to at a doctors appointment that afternoon and cling to it I did, literally. Barring a miracle I received the same news I did back on May 28th. I was heartbroken and devastated. I am heartbroken and devastated.
I have no idea where I’m going next. I have no idea, yet, what this all means to me and my family. I feel lost in my own life. Mostly I feel like a failure.
But I hear they say when the student is ready the teacher appears.
So, St. Gerard of Majella. Patron saint of Unborn Children and Expectant Mothers whose Feast Day is October 16th.