Mama SaidMIKE AQUILINA
Mama said there'd be days like this.
My mother has a way of dealing with these problems when they come her children's way. The source of our troubles, she surmises, is malnutrition. (You've heard about the famine in Pittsburgh?) So she cooks for us — delights from millennia of Sicilian tradition, in quantities larger than a regiment would need.
Mom knows how to console her seven children, now all grown and flown from the nest. But consolation isn't everything we need, and she knows that too, so it's hardly all she dispenses. I know, for example, that she would probably take me to task for the way I'm fuming at the helpless customer serv ice representative on the other end of the phone and for the way I'm fuming about his employer when I slam down the receiver. As a matter of fact, my mother would have something to say about the way I slam down the receiver.
The late great Catholic physician Herbert Ratner meditated deeply on how God makes mothers for loving. "The focal length of the newborn's vision," he once wrote, "... is about nine inches, a measure that approximates the distance from the baby at the breast to the mother's eyes and face." The female voice is pitched high to match precisely the sensitivity of a newborn's hearing.
Theologian Father William Virtue, a disciple of Dr. Ratner, refers to motherhood as "a lay priesthood." The mother, he says, is the first to mediate God's goodness to the child. Our mothers' milk, smiles and lullabies are our first intimations of God's providence and his love.
Saint Augustine wrote that the deepest human desire is to look upon one who looks back in love. This is the gift God gives us from the beginning, but little by little, in increments and in longing. The gift will be fulfilled perfectly in heaven.
Anyone who has known a mother's love can come to see why our heavenly Father gave us all a common mother in the Blessed Virgin Mary. The truth of Mary's love for me was among the earliest lessons I learned from my mom. While I was an infant at the breast, I'm sure, I learned the cadence of the rosary. In time I would sort out the words of the Hail Mary, the Memorare, the Angelus, the Hail, Holy Queen.
And my mother has always lived by the words she prayed with us and taught us. Today, when I see a Marian image, it fades into the image of my mom. In spending so much time together, Mary and Mom have begun to look alike."Whoever does not receive the kingdom of God like a child," our Savior tells us, "shall not enter it" (Mark 10:15). We need to recognize once again our helplessness amid the contradictions of life — the failed appliances and what not — and we need to relearn the precious limits we had as babies: to look upward to find peace and to see no further than our mother's face.
Mike Aquilina. "Mama Said." chapter six from Love in the Little Things: Tales of Family Life (Cincinnati, OH: Servant Books, 2007): 16-18.
Reprinted with permission of Servant Books, an imprint of St. Anthony Messenger Press, and of the author, Mike Aquilina.
Mike Aquilina is vice president of the St. Paul Center for Biblical Theology and co-host, with Scott Hahn, of several television series on EWTN. He is the author or co-author of, Love in the Little Things: Tales of Family Life, Living the Mysteries: A Guide for Unfinished Christians, Fathers of the Church: An Introduction to the First Christian Teachers, The Way of the Fathers: Praying with the Early Christians, and Praying in the Presence of Our Lord: With St. Thomas Aquinas. See Mike Aquilina's "The Way of the Fathers" blog here.
Copyright © 2007 Mike Aquilina
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