Sunday, August 23, 2015

Nothing to do with Writing: Our Lady of La Leche


My ex-boss was from Spain, and when I was pregnant she gave me this devotion that she had learned about while she was growing up, and then visited in Ft. Lauderdale. I promised that I would take my daughter on a pilgrimage to the Ft. Lauderdale shrine before she turns 18. It gave me a lot of peace during pregnancy and I felt really helped with Carole nursing - about the only problem I didn't have when she was born.
 
It's the Devotional prayers to Our Lady of La Leche. You can read more about her here if you wish: http://missionandshrine.org/?page_id=80

but here are the prayers:

Lovely Lady of La Leche, most loving mother of the Child Jesus, and my Mother, listen to my humble prayer. Your motherly heart knows my every wish, my every need. To you only, HIs spotless Virgin Mother, has your Divine Son given to understand the sentiments which fill my soul. Yours was the sacred privilege of being the mother, that, in accordance with His will, I may become the mother of other children of our heavenly Father. This I ask, O lady of La Leche, of the Name of your Divine Son, My Lord and Redeemer. Amen.

O Lord Jesus Christ, through the intercession of your tender Mother, Our Lady of La Leche, who bore You close to her heart during those long months before Your birth, I place my baby and myself entirely in Your Hands. Free me, I beseech you, from useless and consuming worry. Accept the sacrifice of my aches and pains, which I unite to your sufferings on the cross. Above all, most merciful and loving Jesus, Protect this child you have given to me from all harm, bestowing the health and vigor every baby needs. Implant in my heart and on my lips the words and prayers of your mother and mine, our lovely Lady of La Leche. All this I ask that my child and I may live to praise forever Your Holy Name. Amen.

To you lovely Lady of La Leche, and to your Divine Son, do I now dedicate this little baby whom our Father in Heave has given me. Grateful for the trust He has placed in me, I beg you to obtain for me the physical and spiritual graces I need to fulfill my duties at every moment. Inspire me with the motherly sentiments you felt during your days with the Child Jesus. Make it possible for me, in imitation of you, O lady of La Leche, to nurse my child to perfect health. In all things help me to follow the example which you, as the perfect model of all mothers, have given to me. Let my family mirror the virtues of your HOly Family of Nazareth. Finally, I commend to you loving care all the mothers of earth, in whose hands He has entrusted the soul of His little children. Amen.

May the blessing of God the Father, the Son and the Holy Spirit, through the intercession of Our Lady of La Leche, descend up on us now and remain forever. Amen.

So, I think it goes 1. prayer for conception, 2, prayer for pregnancy, and 3. prayer for nursing. and then the closing. I just prayed all three during my last few months of pregnancy (after I was given this!)



RMVZ

Friday, August 7, 2015

Life Giving (or Quadrant II)

I have sort of half-finished stories all over the place. In my documents, of course, in a little folder called "writing," But also in about five journals which I have actually filled. Which is a bit ironic, since what I am writing about now is that-which-I-do-not-accomplish. And even more ironic, is that as I write this I realize that not finishing things really isn't my "thing." I LOVE to accomplish. To get things done. No matter the cost - I like to feel like I've ended each day having checked something important off my list. Mmmmm - sweet satisfaction.

So why the finished journals full of unfinished stories?

Writing for me is not like anything else. It's almost just an emotion, and so fleeting is it that it can sometimes crop up and disappear before I even get my documents file open. Like trying to take a picture of a wave on the beach. Or trying to get my six month old daughter into her crib and she wakes up the minute I lay her down.

Trust me, it's not the baby that keeps me from finishing.

Anyway, I have two things now that I am writing (other than the obvious blog entry!) The first I started a few months ago when I was dwelling on a really strange Advent book I had bought because of the beautiful artwork and suspected amazing stories and family discussion questions. It turned out the writing was super sappy and completely incomprehensible  to an adult, much less a poor child. Super broad and emotionally advanced and just - emotional. Too much emotion, not enough heart.

I decided to write my own, and one that follows the liturgical seasons as well so it will not start on December 1st, but the first Sunday in Advent! Hooray! Purple!

I've only gotten through the first week of stories, but I think things are going well. I can't help but include impressions I learned from my theology courses on Scripture, and I think I'm doing well with explaining deeper theological themes in a way kids can understand. Or at least presenting themes for my kids to delve into more when they get older. Perhaps I'll have my Scripture professor take a look at it when it's done, to see if there is anything he thinks is glaringly obviously wrong.

The second book I wrote is strictly for my daughter, CNZ. (Sounds a bit like 'sneeze' to me.) Baby books are easy, and it was especially easy for me to write as a mother because it's just the sentence "CN is...." completed in various forms of praise over and over again. CN is beautiful. CN is amazing. CN is Polish, Jewish, Czech, French, German, English, Scottish, Norwegian (if there ever were a mutt...poor thing. At least she looks very Polish. Czezc.) And praising one's own child is super easy. Especially if you've met CN....(mom bias, ha ha. But also not. She's objectively the best baby in the world.)

Both are very satisfying projects because I believe I can actually finish them and have a game plan of how to get them published. (Shutterfly, self publishing, kick-starter...etc).

I'm currently listen to CN sing herself to sleep (well, hopefully to sleep), and wondering how I finally got the initiative to finish something when I am being pulled in so many directions being a working mom. Ugh. I never thought I would be self-identifying as that. It sounds like it's my banner....gross, it's not. I have too many other banners that are much more descriptive. But it will have to do to describe the contrary life I live now to what I lived before when I was single and free and couldn't accomplish one damn story.

And here I am, re-starting this blog for no reason other than I don't give a crap-ola what people think of me anymore, I crave doing things that give me life, and I want CN to have a good example of prioritizing those life-giving activities.

Thus far: being a wife and mother = freedom. Being single and free = procrastinating, and "quadrant IV."




-RMVZ