What St Rita Taught Me About Being A Mother

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I remember the first time that I read the story of St Rita of Cascia and her prayer that her sons would die if it saved them from dying later in a state of unrepentant mortal sin I was horrified. They were so young, barely into their teens, making bad choices as we would say today (if we can call setting out to commit murder a bad choice…I’m pretty sure that it is one), but still not much more than babies.
I looked around the room at my own tiny children, and couldn’t help but wonder – what kind of mother called down death on her babies? (For those of you who don’t know, here’s the Cliff’s Notes version – Rita’s husband’s family had been involved in a long-running blood feud, when he converted to Christianity and tried to make peace, he was betrayed and stabbed to death. His two sons, at the urging of their male relatives, decided it was their duty to avenge their father’s murder. Rita prayed that if this would lead to their dying in unrepentant mortal sin that God would take them first

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I’m the 40-something-ish wife of my beloved Computer Guy. I’m the adoring and incredibly proud mom of nine children…two saints…seven in training. I’m my brothers’ sister and my parents’ daughter. I’m a devout Catholic, an avid political junkie, able debater, aspiring home-maker, amazing friend, and I make the meanest Chicken Fried Steak you’ll ever have the pleasure of eating. I’m a homeschooling guru, a writing addict, a sometimes public-speaker, and an advocate for staying true to the person God created you to be. I can’t live in a house with white walls, sing Billy Joel songs while I wash the dishes, will read anything you put in my hands, and am completely obsessed with rhinestones and cute shoes. I am just like moms the whole world over, and then some.

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