What I Say to Mary
Posted by Simcha Fisher in Faith on Friday, February 04, 2011 6:00 AM
Good bye, guys, good bye! Have a good day—have a good hike! It’s gonna feel so good to get to the top of that mountain! I got you those peanut packs, did you—okay, okay. Good bye, I love you!
Okay, little ones, now back home.
Hail Mary, full of grace, the Lord is with thee. Give me patience, give me supernatural patience, not like yesterday. Blessed art thou among women, help L. know I love her, yesterday was so awful, but you know I love her ...
Yes, I saw that doggie! What a big tail he had. Did you see his big tail?
Hail Mary, full of grace, intercede for D., and don’t let the other girls draw her into anything foolish, the Lord is with thee. Blessed art thou—
I told you to put your feet down. Down means down, not on the baby.
Blessed art thou among women
I said down! Thank you.
Now and at the hour of our death. Hail Mary, C. is so little, she’s trying so hard. Be a mother to her when I’m not there. Blessed art thou among women
The zoo? That would be nice. Do you remember last time we went, with the flamingos and the giraffes? Yes, E., we all remember what the gorilla did. Yes, yes. No, that’s disgusting! All he did was—hee hee—he scratched his bottom, and then he smelled his finger. No! You stop that, E.
What was I—oh, for M. Okay, holy Mary, mother of God, he’s such a good boy, let him always be this happy, keep that biting kid away from him today, where are his parents, pray for us sinners—
Listen, she’s just a baby, so let her say what she wants to say, okay? You know what town we’re in, right? So be a big boy and let her say what she wants to say—it doesn’t matter. Oh, look, horses! That side, that side, look where I’m pointing!
That’s okay, you’ll see them next time. Blessed is the fruit of thy womb. Please stop doing that. You know it makes her scream. I swear, I’m gonna—
Okay, so now E. Hail Mary, full of grace, what do you think? Is he going to be okay? The Lord is with thee ...
Hang on baby, we’re almost home. I know, “Me out, me out. You want to get out, we’re allllmost there ...
and blessed is the fruit of thy womb, Jesus. Holy Mary—
Yes, that tree is all red! Isn’t it pretty? What other colors do you— HEY, nice driving, JERK! Why don’t you kiss my—okay, okay, we’re fine. Okay.
Mother of God, sorry, pray for us sinners, now and don’t forget forget little S., I don’t know what’s bothering her these days. Help me not to forget her when she’s quiet.
We’re almost there, guys. Who wants eggs when we get home? You want eggs! Yes, eggs, eggs! You are such a smart baby, oh you sweet baby girl!
Blessed art thou among women. Did you see little L. sleeping with her bottom up in the air? Thank you for this little one. Those beautiful eyes. Protect her. Now and at the hour of
Can you hold it until we get home? Good boy. Girls, when we get home, you let E. go first, okay? I’m serious, let him go first.
E., feet down.
Sweet baby, so many little ones hurt and no one to take care of them. That little one in the news ... Holy Mary, mother of God, take care of my baby and all the poor babies. Pray for us sinners, pray for I., give me patience, let them know I love them, help me remember I love them, especially when I’m making supper ...
Yay, we’re home! Hey, who brought library books in the car? You know you’re not supposed to. All right, all right, let’s just get inside.
Now, who wants eggs?
Amen.
—Simcha Fisher prays and blogs at I Have to Sit Down.
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