Choices and Consequences

What a morning!  If my alarm went off, I must have turned it off without registering the fact.  So I woke up half an hour late, on a day when I had a meeting scheduled immediately after school drop off.  The two school kids didn’t want to wake up, and were still in bed at 7:15 – twenty minutes before our drop dead time to be pulling out of the garage.  The Dude said that he didn’t feel well, but appeared to be suffering nothing more than a very minor sore throat.  I insisted he get up and get ready for school and proceeded to feed the rest of the kids a carb-packed breakfast of bagels.  Time was running thin, but the dog was crying from his crate, so I ran him out to potty real quick.  Boo followed me, and wound up falling smack on her face as we were running back into the house.  I carried the battered and screaming child into the house, glanced at the stairs and saw the Dude, STILL IN HIS JAMMIES.  I looked at the clock, and it read 7:35 – yes, that would be my drop dead time to be pulling out of the garage.  Boo was still screaming, the dog was racing around the kitchen looking for stray bagels to pull off the table, and Dad entered into the fray to yell at the top of his lungs, “DUDE, GET READY FOR SCHOOL!!!!!!!!!”


I wound up taking off with the three younger kids, getting Bonita to school several minutes late.  I was late to my meeting, of course.  Ray drove the Dude to school and I ran him up to the office, since my meeting was just across the parking lot.  He was forlorn, worrying over the fact that this is his third tardy, which means DETENTION.  Serving detention as a third grader is gonna… well, for lack of a better word, suck.  Its left me feeling sad and guilty, but he tries to play the “I don’t feel good” card all the time and today he is learning the hard way that our choices have consequences.

So there.  Finally.  I guess that’s the point of this post.  Choices have consequences, as we know all too well as adults.  As parents, we have a natural desire to shelter our children, but we also bear a responsibility to allow them to learn it the hard way.

Today, my baby’s learning the hard way.  And I really want to cry.


Having gotten off track spiritually (I confess to being totally caught up in the Twilight saga, which has disrupted my prayer and scripture routines) yesterday’s Solemnity of the Annunciation was a great reminder that any day is a good day to start fresh and do better.

It was a strange day liturgically.  We just finished Lent a week ago, during which time we sacrificed through almsgiving, prayer, and fasting, as we remembered Christ’s death on the cross.  Now we are in the midst of the Easter season, joyfully celebrating Christ’s resurrection.  And yet yesterday we celebrated the Annunciation, remembering when the Angel Gabriel announced the birth of the Christ Child to the Blessed Mother.  In just nine month’s time, we will again celebrate His birth.

Roughly two thousand years ago, on a day that started off just like any other day, Mary received startling, amazing, miraculous news.  The Messiah would be born, and she had been chosen as His mother!

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It’s a good reminder that, no matter the day or the season, we must always “wait in joyful hope for the coming of our Savior, Jesus Christ.”

How do we wait in joyful hope?  We do everything we can to keep our hearts and minds pure.  We partake of the sacraments, and go to reconciliation frequently.  We share the Gospel through our love and generosity. We try to live each and every day as handmaids of the Lord, and when we fail, we make up our minds to do better.

Clearly, allowing myself to become totally engrossed in novels about vampires and werewolves does not in any way fulfill the requirements.  Especially when it has directly contributed to the neglect of my prayer-life, housework, and professional responsibilities. Fortunately, today is the first day of the rest of my life, and I’ve decided to reorient myself around my “one word” for 2013, self-discipline.  If it takes me more than three days to finish the remaining two books, I believe I will have succeeded in some small measure.  🙂  If my house is clean for Bible study Thursday morning, if I’ve actually completed the homework, if I keep up with the “Impossible Novena” and daily Rosary prayer, and if I manage to cross off the bulk of my to-do-list before the week’s end, I’ll be quite content with my progress. I’ll keep you posted.


Here’s a post over on Practicing Catholic on Beginning Again that I thought you might enjoy as well!