Twenty-seven years ago this day, my eldest son was born. He came into the world on the feast day of St. Joseph, foster father of Jesus. He was given a middle name after my father, Christopher. He was our first son and both our parents’ first grandson. He rose to the occasion!
He was a curious and talkative child with a kind heart and big personality. He made friends with everyone. I watched him grow and mature into a handsome (no, I’m not just saying that because I’m his mother), confident and faith-filled young man. He was taught values according to our Catholic faith and he lives that faith.
He has always been a hard worker and has exceled at just about every endeavor he has put his mind to. From the teenage band to elocution contest to football and powerlifting… he went on to graduate from college and begin a successful career. Sounds like he has it all…but as a mother, you know when something is missing. That something turned out to be a young lady named Megan.
A year ago my husband and I took a pilgrimage to Caritas Birmingham, Alabama. My focus for this pilgrimage was to consecrate my family, especially my children to Mary. Nine days prior to arriving at Caritas Birmingham, I began a novena, saying a special consecration prayer for my children. I had not told my husband of the novena. When we arrived on the ninth day, we visited the chapel, which had a beautiful Mary room. There was a life size statue of Mary with a sand box in front, in which candles could be lit and placed. I grabbed a candle to light. My husband quickly told me that I should light three candles, one for each of our children. After lighting the candles and placing them at the feet of Mary, my husband stated, “you just gave your children to Mary”.
I was overjoyed! I excitedly told my husband, “That is my novena!” I took out my prayer booklet and opened it up to the prayer I had prayed for the last eight days and we stood there together in front of our mother and said the ninth prayer together. I instantly felt a connection and peace in my heart. Mary would be praying and interceding for the intentions in my heart concerning my children.
About a month after our return, my son called to inform me that he had met someone special. They became engaged last month and will marry in the Catholic church in January, 2015.
Her name, Megan, means pearl. And like a pearl she is a rare and valuable treasure. She is gorgeous on the inside as well as the outside. She was raised with the same morals and values as my son and loves her Catholic faith.
Christopher means “he who holds Christ in his heart”. My son who has Christ in his heart has made room for a precious pearl. May God bless them during their engagement and bless their marriage.
I gave my children to Mary…and she gave me a precious daughter.
Happy Birthday son!