A Zoo Day

Today was such a dreary day.  It rained for a little while.  It was cloudy and windy and just an ugly sort of day.  The perfect day to stay indoors.  The perfect day to use our imaginations.  Joseph decided today was the perfect day to pretend we were going to the zoo. 

Joseph got all of the animals ready for a trip to the zoo…

Joseph and William put on their animal hats…

William's hat is a lion; Joseph's is a cow.

William listened very patiently while Joseph performed a short play with his cow hat…yep, it’s not only a hat, but a puppet, too!

Grandma Nury came to visit the zoo, too.  She brought Joseph a pair of binoculars so he could see the animals close up.  Then Joseph taught Grandma how to “march around the zoo” like we do in Itsy Bitsy Yoga. 

March, march, march, march...it's a donkey!

March, march, march, march...now what animal, Joseph?

Our trip to the zoo ended rather abruptly when Joseph realized that he had someone new to play his board game, Fruits of the Spirit, with.  So I fixed lunch while Joseph and Grandma Nury played the game and William continued to chew on the zoo animals.  What an adventure!

Lenten Prayer

If you’re having a hard time deciding what to “give up” for Lent, visit Elizabeth and try praying her Lenten prayer during the next 40 days.  And really mean it.  I bet you’ll find yourself peeling away some of those layers that stand between yourself and godliness.  I’m certain you’ll look back after 40 days, happy you had the opportunity to leave behind some of what’s really not important…isn’t that what Lent’s about?

Ash Wednesday

William is at “that age.”  That age when he’s mobile and so very eager to get down and explore, yet too little to understand the necessity of being still during Mass (or at least being in one place, specifically the pew).  Taking that into consideration, we decided to celebrate Ash Wednesday a little differently this year.  I wanted both of my kids to experience the fullness and beauty of the day so we decided to have our own celebration at home (well, at my parent’s home since we were visiting them). 

The night before, we enlisted the help of Dad.  He and Joseph found and burned the palms from last year for our ashes. 

The morning of Ash Wednesday, Joseph and I baked pretzels.  According to tradition, the pretzel is an ancient Christian Lenten bread, going back as far as the 4th century.  Since Lent is a time of fasting (at that time fasting included no milk, butter, eggs, cheese, cream, or meat) the pretzel is a perfect Lenten bread.  It consists of basically flour, salt, and water.  The shape of the pretzel symbolizes the form of crossed arms because that is how people prayed in ancient times, with arms crossed over their chests.  I found a delicious pretzel recipe at www.cdkitchen.com for Aunt Annie’s Soft Pretzels. 

After our pretzels were ready, we invited Leslie and Alex down to join us (Alex is at “that age” too!) for our Ash Wednesday ceremony.  We mixed some oil with our ashes and Joseph helped me to set up a beautiful makeshift prayer altar (our Jesus Box was at home). 

Our ceremony began with Joseph blessing our pretzels.  We used a prayer from Catholic Culture.  Here is our shortened version:

We beg you, O Lord, to bless these breads which are to remind us that Lent is a sacred season of penance and prayer. Grant us, we pray, that we too, may be reminded by the sight of these pretzels to observe the holy season of Lent with true devotion and great spiritual fruit. We ask this through Christ our Lord. Amen.

After the blessing of the pretzels, Mom read to us Isaiah 58:5-10. 

Next we distributed our ashes.  As we did so, we recited from Ecclesiastes 3:20 “All come from dust and to dust all return.” 

To conclude our ceremony, we had a grand time burying “Alleluia” and “Gloria” since those are words that are not used in Church during Lent.  I gave Joseph the letters for the two words and he spelled them out and then he found hiding places for the words. 

Our Ash Wednesday ceremony was a success…it was nothing elaborate, but it was filled with ancient tradition and beautiful prayer.  The best part was there was no pressure to keep the little ones quiet…while this is not a feasible option for most Church celebrations, it was a nice break for Ash Wednesday.   

Just a note: If we choose to do it again at home in the future, I will add the gospel reading from Matthew 6 and discuss fasting, praying, and almsgiving, although by next year, William will be past “that age” and we’ll probably go back to celebrating Ash Wednesday with Mass…but I think this year set the stage for a few new traditions of our own, including the pretzel ceremony.

Candlemas

We celebrated Candlemas (pronounced Candle Mass) last night.  This was a new experience for me…I’m not sure how I missed this beautiful celebration since I’m a cradle Catholic, but this was a first for me.  For those of you who are unfamiliar with Candlemas, it’s the celebration of the Presentation of Our Lord when Mary and Joseph presented Jesus at the temple.  They’re met at the Temple by Simeon who takes the baby Jesus in his arms and is finally prepared to die because he has now seen the “light for revelation to the Gentiles” (Luke 2:28).  Simeon also foreshadows the crucifixion and the sorrows Mary will face (“a sword will pierce through your own soul” Luke 2:35).  The prophetess Anna was also in the Temple and she offered prayers of thanks and praise to God.  The feast day has become known as Candlemas since candles are blessed and lit in abundance to celebrate the Light of the World.

Since we were unable to make it to Mass, we celebrated at home.  To begin with, we decided to wait to celebrate until our evening meal so Dax could celebrate with us.  Joseph and I set up our prayer altar before dinner.  Once Dax arrived home, we all sat down for dinner.  Instead of praying our usual blessing, Joseph prayed the blessing for the candles (taken from Meredith Gould’s book The Catholic Home). 

Then we lit the candles and ate by candlelight (Joseph thought that was pretty neat…ah, the simple things!).  While we were eating, Dax read us the story of the Presentation of Our Lord from the children’s Bible. 

After dinner, Joseph and I used our stick puppets to act out the story and we made paper “candles”.  Finally to end our ceremony, Joseph blew out the candles (which I think he may have thought was the best part!). 

Thinking Candlemas was over until next year, I packed everything away after dinner except the stick puppets.  I put those up on the counter in the playroom.  I was so delighted when Joseph found the stick puppets today and re-enacted the story of the Presentation of Our Lord!  I guess he really was listening after all…and that makes the effort totally worth it!

Hello? When is this puppet show going to begin?

Hmmm...I forgot...which is Joseph and which is Simeon?

Okay, Mom, it's your turn.

The Jesus Box

I cannot think of many things more precious than a child, bowed down, hands clasped in prayer.  I love to listen to Joseph praying because his prayers are so sincere, so heartfelt, so spontaneous.  He’s never rushed or distracted, like I find myself sometimes.  His heart rejoices and he finds peace in his prayers.  Oh, how I could learn from him!  

I’ve been praying with and for Joseph and William since they were in the womb (and even before as I prayed for the gift of life).  While I was pregnant, I did what many faithful Catholics would do:  I went to daily Mass and I prayed, often.  I prayed the rosary, the chaplet of divine mercy, and with William, I prayed using Donna Marie Cooper O’Boyle’s Prayerfully Expecting.  Then upon arrival, I prayed many prayers of thanksgiving for the precious gift God had entrusted to Dax and me.  While they were little and nursing, I continued praying.  I sang the Hail Mary to fussy babies and offered spontaneous prayers of petition for grace in my mothering journey.  I didn’t do it perfectly…in fact some days, I’d get caught up in the midst of mothering and find myself falling asleep as I prayed for my children, but no matter what I did or to what extent, I did it with a heart of faith. 

Then as Joseph began to get a little older (before William came along), I realized that not only did I need to pray (and pray often!), I needed to find a way to pass on my faith and the rich culture of the Catholic Church to my children.  How do you put your faith into something tangible to present to little ones?  How do you teach children to pray?  I wasn’t really sure, so I started out by taking Joseph to daily Mass and I prayed the rosary with him while I put him down for a nap.  But it still didn’t feel like that was enough.  I wanted Joseph to fall in love with the God that I know…a God who is merciful and full of love.  I wanted Joseph’s heart to turn to prayer throughout the day…when he was happy; when he was sad; when he just was.  

So I did what I always do.  I began to read and question.  I read The Catholic Home by Meredith Gould and The Religious Potential of the Child by Sofia Cavalletti.  I read Guiding your Catholic Preschooler by Kathy Pierce and Lori Rowland.  I read blogs of beautiful Catholic moms who had traveled the road on which I found myself.  I called friends from my parish that I admired and asked how they did it.  And then, equipped with many bits of brilliance, I began to formulate a plan.  

Sofia Cavalletti says in her book, “Education to prayer is fundamental to the catechesis of young children.”  She goes on to suggest that what adults “can do is to establish the premises that will help prayer to arise.”  Hmmm, now how could I establish the premises?  For me, the sight of an altar, dressed according to the liturgical season, adorned with candles and flanked by statues of Mary and Jesus always, always inspires me to drop to my knees and pray.  So why not have our own prayer altar?  A special place that we could visit each day.  Using the suggestions in Meredith Gould’s book on setting up a family altar, I dragged my mom with me and the two of us found all sorts of treasures for what would later become adoringly known in our house as the Jesus Box.  (In case you’re wondering why it is all kept in a box, rather than in a permanent altar, it’s because I like the idea of allowing Joseph the responsibility of caring for and arranging the altar…some days he pulls out every item in the box; other days, he might focus solely on the Sacred Heart of Jesus.  Plus it allows us the opportunity to change the altar according to Saints Days and the Liturgical Year.)       

What a wonderful treasure chest our Jesus box has become.   You’ll always find the basics in our box:  candles; prayer cards; flowers; altar cloths; statues of Jesus, Mary, the saints; a crucifix; a children’s Bible.  But take a peek throughout the year and you’ll find other treasures.  During Advent, we put in an advent calendar and delightful Christmas stories.  We add a cloth advent wreath with cloth candles and a clever Advent prayer cube.  During Lent we add the story we use with our resurrection eggs (of course the eggs don’t come out until Easter!) and an illustrated guide of the Stations of the Cross.  Also, we keep our rosary nearby for praying the Sorrowful mysteries.  Ordinary Time allows us the opportunity to learn about the saints…how to pray with them and how to ask for special intercessions.  

Each day our experience with the Jesus box is different.  Some days we pray a decade of the rosary; some days we pray spontaneously; some days we just set the altar and gaze lovingly upon our Savior.  Each day might be something new, but each day is always beautiful. 

Joseph's flower arrangement for the prayer table

 

 

 

 

Beautiful prayer hands William!

The Process…not the Product

I think one of the hardest lessons to learn as a mommy is that presentation is NOT everything, contrary to what we’ve been trained to think.  It really is all about the process with children…not the product.

The following may not seem like such a big project to most moms out there, but you have to understand my little Joseph.  He’s a perfectionist.  He cannot stand messes.  He wants everything nice, neat, and clean.  He will not touch play-doh, mud, or anything even remotely messy.  I feel like he’s missing a whole chunk of his childhood because he refuses to get sticky, gooey, or messy!  So my mommy brain went into overtime trying to remedy this situation.  What could I possibly do to get him to embrace the messy side of life.  Enter a cake mix, frosting, and some other goodies…

It took us two days to complete our project (one day for baking and one for decorating) and in the end our product may not have been perfect, but who cares?  It really was the process that mattered. because Joseph did it all…he dumped ingredients, mixed, decorated (with a utensil of course!), sprinkled, and lo and behold, he even fed himself!  Isn’t victory sweet?

We Three Kings

I know, I know…we were a little late celebrating Epiphany, but oh how we did celebrate!  Joseph and I made and decorated our crowns (I let Dax borrow mine…it seemed a little more authentic to have three boy kings!).  Once we were outfitted with crowns, we went off to follow the stars and find the baby Jesus. 

We skipped and hopped, marched and danced

 until, voila! we found the baby Jesus, snuggled fast asleep in his manger. 

We were thrilled, excited, overjoyed…much like the real wisemen were…but I bet in the excitement of finding the Savior, the real wisemen, did not throw the baby Jesus into the air. 

Just before Jesus lost an arm!

So, in the midst of our julilation, Baby Jesus lost his arm.  Our celebration came to an abrupt halt while we frantically searched for Jesus’ arm.  Fortunately, St. Jude heard our prayers and we found the arm before William did!  Perhaps next year we’ll search for the one-piece plastic Baby Jesus!