Because most philosophies that frown on reproduction don't survive.

Wednesday, October 19, 2011

The North American Martyrs

Today is the feast of St. Isaac Jogues and the North American Martyrs. These brave gentleman have been an inspiration to me for years, so today I'm reaching back into the archives to pull out some posts in which they featured, however peripherally.
Oct. 20, 2010: I keep reminding myself that statistically, I'm one of the most fortunate people in the world, in history. Most of my daily inconveniences are of the petty variety. I prayed that I could realize that there were worse fates than having one's son spill lemonade all over himself and the floor right before a road trip, and lo and behold, it turned out to be the feast day of St. Isaac Jogues.
 Sept. 22, 2008I knew labor was coming the night before, and I was scared. I prepared for birth by reading the lives (or more accurately, the deaths) of the North American martyrs. Contractions, I reasoned, could hardly be as bad as having your thumb bitten off. And given that a week and a half later, I'm not in pain and still have my thumb, I think that assessment was correct.
The baby boy in the latter post is now a bouncing three-year-old who sleeps in a dino suit -- definitely worth the pains.


Jenny said...

But is he still spilling his lemonade? :)

MrsDarwin said...

Jenny, today we're dealing with his pants being soaked with a different yellow liquid.

Jenny said...

Fun times.

I've heard potty training a boy is harder. Is that true? I'm looking ahead to what awaits me.