by Kathleen Blease
The little guy looked just like he walked off the pages of Family Circus, with curly hair, chubby cheeks, and bright eyes. He didn't even stand as tall as his mother's waist. As his mom put out her hands to receive Holy Communion, the little boy held out his hands, too...nice and high, reaching as far as he could so Monsignor could place the Host into his palm as well. Alas, Father smiled, touched the little one's forehead and blessed him. But the cherub didn't give up. His hands stayed high in the air, even as he walked away. He turned to his mother in complete disappointment yet hope and said, "Ah, shucks. Well, maybe next time." He put his arms down as he passed the statue of Mary and walked briskly and obediently to his pew. Hope floats.
This blog's mission is simple--to encourage moms who are married to non-Catholics and raising their children in the Faith. If you know a mom who needs a little encouragement in continuing her efforts, I would be delighted if you would share Kathleen's Catholic with her. Thank you!