Wednesday, August 24, 2011


One of the most enjoyable facets of this summer's visit from the kids was seeing the two girls bonding as sisters!  They did each other's hair, picked out clothes, listened to music, attended a quincenera with a certain significant boy (!), and Kayla gave some of her pretty, outgrown dresses to Nethanya.

It makes me miss my sisters!  I loved the special occasions when the three of us would get ready for an event.  With clothing, shoes and jewelery strewn about, lots of trading and borrowing, and boys thumping around in their fancy shoes on the other side of the house...well, there's just something delicious about it all!

I have a new goal:  hubby, please let's have however many children it takes to have at least two boys and two girls, so they can each know what it's like to have brothers and sisters!

-Shelley Gracia

Friday, August 19, 2011

Tommy, Tippo & Hippo

The most interesting conversation came up no less than three times this summer.

My two younger stepkids have very different approaches to life and intelligence. My stepson is very emotional, with deeply accurate intuition. My stepdaughter is logical! With a great deal of forward-thinking, accurate analysis. She’s very interested in consequences and simple black-and-white truths.

Like Augustine and Aquinas, who arrived at the same correct theological conclusions via two very different paths.  My stepdaughter identified herself as a "Tommy" (it helps that her big sister is interested in the University of St. Thomas, too) and her brother as a "Hippo."

Tippo would be me—if left entirely to my own devices I’d lean toward Augustine, but I have a mathematical side that shows more often than I’d like because of the usual “adult stuff” (managing finances, scheduling activities, etc.). Not to worry, the logical side isn’t all by necessity—rearranging furniture, tracking expenses and organizing bookshelves are refreshing! So I “tip” back and forth.

Hubby, by the way, spends his work hours Tippo and home life Hippo.

Profiles and literature:

St. Augustine of Hippo
St. Thomas Aquinas


Thursday, August 4, 2011

So many schools!

My stepdaughter’s volleyball camp was at a Catholic school this summer.  Then we went to visit a Catholic college; next came

“Why are there so many Catholic schools everywhere?” their brother asked.

I wish I had given a shorter answer; I fear I lost them! But here it is: God wants us to love and understand Him. In order to understand Him, we have to understand how He works in the world. In order to understand how He works, we have to be educated.

My husband is especially interested in the historical roots of the educational system: the middle ages, monasteries and parishes where common people could come to learn from the priests. Only the wealthiest nobility could afford a private tutor, which was the method of education at the time.

The definition of “school” prior to the monasteries meant a loose group of people who subscribe to a certain belief and perhaps have a common tutor. They were similar to today’s political parties or interest groups. Catholic priests and nuns changed all of that—“school” emerged as a central place for education, and so it is today.

On my part, I believe that true education in any subject is only possible if you can discuss God. Religion puts a purpose and a necessary moral structure beneath all of the sciences, literature, math, and especially the subjects that focus on people (social studies, psychology, anthropology, etc.).

Without God, we all just die away...there's no solid answer to the rebellious question "why bother?"  With God, we put what we learn to use forever.

-  Michelle Gracia

Monday, August 1, 2011

Groaning & Stretching

My middle stepdaughter is right at that age!  12 years old, dealing with mean girls at school, decidedly not a child.  I'm very glad for her big sister, who turns 17 next week.  She has emerged from 3 tough high school years and has embraced the chance to be an example for the younger two.

It's tough to say which girl is "the big thing" this summer.  Is it the younger beauty, with the groaning & stretching that's starting to happen in her bones & soul?  Or is it the older one, bounding toward college, ROTC and a more serious relationship?  Big changes are in the air!

- Shelley

Healthy Criticism

I mistakenly bleached one of my stepsons’ t-shirts, and I’m terrified! I’ve been aware that being a stepmother is an exercise in taking criticism. My own, my stepson’s, other adults'. 

In a last-ditch effort to convince myself that it’s OK to be as flawed as I like, I mentioned the feeling of scrutiny to my husband a few months ago. “You can make mistakes,” I told him, “the kids make mistakes, you can be forgiven. But even the tiniest mis-step from me results in misery.” He gave me a baffled look before saying, “Well yes. You’re their stepmother.”

It takes so few words to tell the truth!

God has handed me a chance to receive honest feedback in a very direct way from my stepkids, so I have to allow them some space to identify my faults. More space than my own (biased) children would need. I hadn’t realized, for example, that I use an ineloquent “ah-ah-ahh” sound when accidents are in the works (when my stepdaughter drives too close to the edge of a lane, when I see a glass about to spill, etc.). The sound draws quizzical attention to me, but doesn’t identify the danger! How annoying; I’m glad my stepson pointed this out to me.

Spiritually, this visit is a good opportunity to do a thorough examination of conscience. Here’s a meditative method I recently tried; I found it to be productive in preparing for Confession, and it also enhances the restorative nature of Reconciliation:
  1. Begin by setting aside about 20-30 minutes in seclusion and silence
  2. Find a comfortable position, preferable vertical—perhaps seated; kneeling only if it won’t become painful—with your arms and legs uncrossed. So yoginis, no seated lotus pose for this meditation! You’ll want your legs and arms to feel smooth and unruffled.
  3. Close your eyes, and make the sign of the cross to decisively mark the beginning of your dedicated prayer.
  4. Starting at the top of your head and working down, use each part of your body to examine its physical and metaphorical uses since your last Confession.
  • Tip top of your head: have I been thoughtful rather than impulsive with my actions? Have my thoughts strayed to the right place? Have my intentions been pure? 
  • Ears: Have I listened to my friends and enemies? Have I forgiven the words of my antagonists and embraced good advice, so only the right words still ring in my ears? 
  • Neck: where have I turned my attention, and my time? Are my priorities where they should be, in daily life and in my direction overall?
  • Eyes: do I look for God in people, in each detail that I pass, and in events? Do I examine the faults in myself, rather than in others? Do I keep my wants in proper perspective against my needs and the needs of others?
  • Nose: am I humble? Vain? Do I care too much about what people see, and the image I portray?
  • Mouth: do I speak the truth? Have I guided others in the right way, and am I sensitive to the circumstances that are/are not appropriate for me to speak?
  • Shoulders: do I joyfully bear my own burdens and the burdens of others? Do I actively make sacrifices in order to offer God the opportunity to fine-tune my discipline and help ease the burdens of others?
  • Continue throughout the rest of the body, top to bottom.
  • How about your left and right sides? Your lungs, spine, arteries, veins and heart? Who/what do you put in front of and behind you? Above and below?
5. After each part of the body has been examined, from head to toe, willfully release any tension that you hold there, relaxing the muscles. Envision that part of your body expanding to allow more room for the Holy Spirit to fill you with grace.
6. Go to Confession.
7. After praying any penance, return again to the same position. From head to toe, again willfully relax and expand your muscles. Straighten your spine toward heaven, and envision the grace of the Sacrament filling the new spaces.

- Shelley