I seem to spend an inordinate amount of time in tears lately. I tear up while reading, I tear up while thinking of my children in different situations, I tear up sitting here typing. I have never, in my adult life, been a particularly emotional person. Friends would tell me to be sure and have tissues for a movie, but I found no reason to cry. In the midst of the disintegration of my first marriage, my divorce lawyer told me I was one of the strongest women he had ever met.
I wonder, though, if I was strong because of the little ones for whom I was responsible. My “baby” is nearly twelve. He no longer needs me to do everything for him. I get an occasional glimpse of little boy, but he is really heading toward young man very quickly.
Maybe that is why I suddenly find myself with tears in my eyes and a lump in my throat. My life is changing. My children are growing up. My responsibilities are different. I have a little more freedom to feel, to be emotional.
My prayers are even different. Now I pray for my children to keep the faith, for the older ones to return to church, for all of them to understand the healing power of a good confession. I ask Mary, our Blessed Mother, to lay her mantle over them and to keep them safe. I stand back and watch them go their way and pray that it will be God’s way.
I don’t really have an answer to this change in me. I am sure I do not like being weepy. Perhaps the answer lies in changes in my body as I age. Perhaps the answer lies in changes in my heart. Either way, I pray that I continue my life in God’s will. Seeking Him and dying to myself. These are lofty goals, to be sure.

Dear Lord,
Please help me to be the woman, the mother, you would have me be. Change my heart, guide my actions. If tears be required, soften my heart that the tears may fall as You desire.
Amen.














