Tag Archives: embarrassing stories

Earth to mom: I’m right here!

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My husband and I were making our way out of church one day when we lost a child. Well, I lost a child. Well, I THOUGHT I lost a child. Read the rest of this entry

Appearances can be deceiving, I hope.

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I realized one afternoon that I desperately needed to pick something up from the store for dinner. The store I wanted to buy it from was very close to the women’s center where I needed to drop off my children’s excess toys. I debated whether I had time to do both before getting home to start dinner. It would be tight, but I hated to miss the opportunity to get rid of all that stuff in my trunk. I decided to go for it, sacrificing instead the need to look presentable. I threw a sweater over my ratty house-cleaning clothes, grabbed the kids, and headed for the door. Read the rest of this entry

Feed the hungry–no matter who you are.

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I took my two-year-old daughter to a T-ball game the son of a friend was playing in. I sat on the front row of bleachers with my friend and her six children, the seventh being on the field. Repeatedly, her children were asking for money to get food from the  concession stand, and just as regularly, my daughter walked along the front of our bleacher Read the rest of this entry

A child’s favorite part of Mass

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When my husband and I were in the foster care business, the children we took care of went to Mass with the rest of the family. One fifth grade boy living with us was clearly not fond of this new routine. He showed his disfavor when we reached the part of the Mass where the priest says, Read the rest of this entry

All great accomplishments deserve to be known

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When I was a newly potty trained toddler, my parents had the misfortune of hosting a dinner party. When I, in my nicest dress and on my best behavior, of course, was introduced to the guests, I said to them, “Guess what? I go poopoo and peepee on the potty now.” I’m sure they were delighted to know it.

Then, as if that weren’t enough information, Read the rest of this entry

No use crying over spilled milk.

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I was at the grocery store picking up a few things when I felt my milk coming, in fact, I was engorged.  I didn’t realize until I got up to pay for the items, that I had leaked. I had two large wet circles Read the rest of this entry

Now that you mention it, I could use some

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On the feast of Corpus Christi, at Communion time, instead of “Body of Christ,” the priest said, “Corpus Christi.” My young son next to me in the pew, said in the loud whisper perfected by children in the most inappropriate of situations, Read the rest of this entry

Do your boobs hang low, do they wobble to and fro?

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My youngest child is very attached to me and almost always cuddles with me every night before falling asleep. I was lying on my back and he was snuggling up to me when his hand grazed my chest. He said rather exasperated, Read the rest of this entry

What? This isn’t considered prayer?

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One day I was in the small, side Eucharistic chapel at my church for Adoration.  It was about half full of mostly parents I know from my children’s school.  There were, however, a few, elderly, very traditional-looking women in there, too. While everyone is quietly praying, my son got loose and  Read the rest of this entry