tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5034361149347667109.post3496407902934954688..comments2014-03-09T12:27:43.477-07:00Comments on In Mary's Footsteps: The Hard Times (A Meditation)Mariam Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10194715138016373848noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5034361149347667109.post-86480200261293957082011-11-12T20:51:44.113-07:002011-11-12T20:51:44.113-07:00Thank you not only for your story and your link to...Thank you not only for your story and your link to the Singing Nun. (I have added the link to my blog for others to enjoy. Thanks!) Hang in there, mom. Every mom feels overwhelmed. You are doing an amazing job. Your son is truly blessed. Hugs and prayers!Mariam Momhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10194715138016373848noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5034361149347667109.post-31584814198337523662011-11-12T03:57:12.154-07:002011-11-12T03:57:12.154-07:00Thank you for this beautiful meditation. Please fo...Thank you for this beautiful meditation. Please forgive my over simplification but it reminded me of the self-hypnosis visualizations I did in preparation for giving birth almost seven weeks ago. I wish I had this mediation earlier, so that I could indeed have incorporated it into my birthing experience. But now I can use it to reach a more prayerful state.<br /><br />I am a Protestant, but I happily take on Catholic symbols. As it was, I gave birth in a Catholic hospital with Jesus on the cross on the wall in front of me. My St Gerard medal that I had worn when trying to conceive and all during my pregnancy was now around my husband's neck as he stood beside me. Along with the doula, midwife, ob/gyn, and nurses, i realize now that a greater power was in the birthing room helping me to push out that child when it looked like a c-section was imminent.<br /><br />In the darkened sleep deprived hours when my new born son is cluster feeding and I am so exhausted by my own tiny world, it is so easy to forget God. I have started to try to reconnect by singing hymns and prayers to my baby as I walk him around during burping. I just need to brush up on the lyrics now.<br /><br /> I need to remember too, that in those times God's love is in me and surrounding us even as I cry and shake with tiredness, certain that I can't make it through another hour of being a new mother and that I am the worst mother ever to walk this earth. But another hour passes and another. And I find the strength again to get out of bed for yet another feeding.<br /><br />BTW, when I was a little girl in the 1970s, I remember a rock version of the Lord's Prayer on the radio recorded by a nun. Looking for things to sing to my baby, I recently found it on YouTube: <br />http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=y7K1yfoppGU&feature=youtube_gdata_playerAnonymousnoreply@blogger.com