I'm a Catholic homeschooling mama of seven kids. Four are adults now, and living at various stages of life out of the house. Two of my adult daughters are getting married this year. Here's where I'll be hanging out my laundry, gaining perspective, and, down the road, have something to remember all the wooshing days.

Sunday, April 26, 2015


So many times in the last couple of months, people have said something to the effect of it being so stressful as we approach our daughter's wedding.

No.  I do not find it stressful.

In a previous post, I said that the only thing that really stresses me is crying at the wedding and reception.  I cry openly.  I am not overly concerned about others seeing my emotion.

I (oh vanity of vanities),  just didn't want to have to re-do my makeup.

Now that I have lost my mom, beyond a shadow of a doubt I know their will be tears at Mary's wedding.  Joyful tears and tears of grief.

I'm not worried about the tears anymore.  I've cried more in the last few days than I have in my life.
And I noticed something.

Tears of anger or despair or frustation leave us looking tired, haggard, hardened.  These tears are battle scars.  Our muscles tighten.

Tears of joy and tears of grief leave us looking revived, purged, softened.  They are tears of love and acceptance.  The tension in our hands unfolds.

"To weep is to make less the depth of grief."
William Shakespeare


  1. Sharing tears makes friends even closer, it doubles joy and lightens sadness. I have lots of tissues. (Don't wear mascara to the wedding)

  2. I'll know who to call on when I run out of tissue.