Mother’s Day. Thinking Love, No Twaddle

I have the day off Alex and Iona are cooking the dinner. Iona got up early to get the meat in the oven and clean the kitchen.
We went to Mass and there were flowers for all the mums and flowers on the altar. The vestments and tabernacle colours are pink, a break from the purple of Lent. There were prayers for all mothers and we sang O Mother Blest at the end of Mass. Lots of people lit candles and hovered around the Lady Chapel, obviously remembering their own mother and praying for her. I left my flowers for my friend Donna, who once told me, “We mothers need to stick together.”
She was right. Mother’s need to support one another. There is something reassuring about having other mums to talk to, who are in the same stage of parenting, and being able to help mums who are in a different stage. We share our ideas, frustrations and the funny bits of life.  Those of us who are parents of young adults share the terrible frustrations for those young men (we all seem to have sons). But they are good lads and they keep trying.
So, here I am, I get to sit here and blog while the older ones are doing stuff.
I am reading the next Vision Book about Our Lady coming to Fatima. Her motherhood is very active. Even before she had been assumed into heaven she is sent by God to appear to St. James in his work in Spain. The church of Santiago (James) de Compostela is there in remembrance. Her visits continued over the years, including here in England at Walsingham and Evesham.
In Lourdes she appeared to St. Bernadette,ray ban pas cher, and then at Fatima to Lucia, Jacinta and Francisco.
Recently a man was miraculously healed of his paralysis in Lourdes. It ‘s one of the few of the many miraculous healings there that has been fully recognised after all the tests were done. Now that he can walk again, he is walking a pilgrimage to Santiago de Compostela. How wonderful is that?