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I haven’t written in a while, but the recent flurry of outrage about Miley Cyrus and the VMAs has gotten me worked up.

I watched the whole thing.  Like a bad car accident, but I couldn’t look away.  But I was confused.  Why was everyone so mad?  Didn’t they see Miley’s video?  It was pretty much identical to her stage performance.  What I don’t understand is why no one said a word about Robin Thicke (aside from his beetle juice inspired costume).

What. is. wrong. with. us????

Robin Thicke has an entire song being the hit of the summer which was basically about rape.  About how no really means yes.  With lines like “I’ll give you something big enough to tear your ass in two”.

And yet I saw a mom the other day dancing away with her young daughter to it.

Marriage?  Who needs that?  Not Robin Thicke: “You don’t need no papers Hey, hey, hey\= That man is not your maker”.  He just needs to have sex with you.  That’s all ladies.  And it is okay to be used that way, because he is humming a great tune.

I mean at one point Robin had someone else he was having sex with (“Yeah, I had a bitch, but she ain’t bad as you”), but it is a higher calling to be the “dirtier” girl.  And after you “didn’t pick” Robin, he can take you anyways: “Do it like it hurt, like it hurt What you don’t like work? Baby can you breathe?”

Until of course you will give in because no really means yes, right?

And then the world is up in arms because Miley Cyrus personifies Robin Thicke’s line:  “But you’re an animal, baby it’s in your nature”.   We don’t want our girls to SEE someone acting like that, only to HEAR that doing this, acting like this, and letting men treat you like this is not only okay, but wonderful.

We pay money to have a man tell you it is good to have to give up any sort of purity when a he comes along.  Even if he pressures you and has to drag it out of you.

My fight to raise my girls as good, well rounded people is more difficult every single day that someone feels it is okay to market this type of music.

But they don’t care.  After all, it’s a catchy tune, right?

For a great conversation about Miley’s performance, I appreciated this post as well from another blogger: http://themattwalshblog.com/2013/08/26/offensive-absurd-and-pornographic-on-mtv-you-say-i-cant-believe-it/

Please pray for me and my family as I will pray for you always.

Catholic Momma

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Some weeks are better than others.  This week I have desperately struggled with balance.  I am currently enrolled in two university courses in an effort to complete my Master’s Degree, and I think I have bit off more than I can chew.  My home is becoming neglected, and I miss my time with the hubs and kids.  I feel like I am in a cycle of work, study, sleep, repeat.  I can admit when I think I am stressed, and this week has definitely been the week.

So I am going to relax.  This weekend is a long weekend for us.  “Family Day” weekend in fact.  I am going to work on my home, but more importantly, I am going to cuddle my kids.  I am going to kiss my husband passionately.  I am going to read a non-school related novel.  I am going to *gasp* take a bath.  I am going to re-balance, re-focus, and re-energize and be a better mom and a better wife.

Thank God for long weekends.

Pray for me as I pray for you always.

In Christ,
Catholic Momma

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Scrapbook Layout Courtesy of Tammy Lang.

Scrapbook Layout Courtesy of Tammy Lang.

I realize this may be a bit early to write a post about Christmas as we have just begun Advent, but I am going to ask you all to share this post with as many Catholics as you can before Christmas.

It is about an experience that I had last year on Christmas Day at Mass.

Now this particular Christmas, we sat in our usual spot, and I actually heard a woman behind me say “Look at all these people that come JUST for Christmas.  I have never seen half of them before.  It is disgusting.”  And she even referenced my family in front of her.  Full volume.  Not even whispering.

As you can well guess, the Catholic Fam tries to go to Mass as often as we can.  Generally this means every Sunday and all major feast days (although we do occasionally miss Mass for whatever reason).   BUT we don’t attend the Mass she attends.  So we would have never seen this woman.  And she assumed we were never there.

Which got me thinking.  I love Christmas.  I love that the Masses are so full that we have to open up extra Masses in the school gym.  I love that so many people want to be close to Christ, NEED to be close to Him that the parking lot takes an hour to get in and out of.  I love seeing the line of cars all the way around the block waiting to get to Mass.  I love that people who may not otherwise feel comfortable join us in worship.  I love every minute of grace that comes from the holiness.

So my point is, if you have been away from the Church for a while, and you have had an experience like mine, realize you are not alone.  And please, don’t let people like that deter you.  We want you at Mass with us.  We need you there.  Your presence makes the graces and joy more abundant.  We would love you every week to join us, but if you can’t (for whatever reason), don’t let people like that stop you from sharing in the holiness of Christmas.  We love you and would welcome you with open arms.  We don’t care if you don’t know the new translation (or even what that means), we don’t care if you don’t know when to stand, sit, or kneel.  We love you.  We want you.  Christmas is not the same without you. The Church is not the same without you.  A warm welcome DOES await you.  We understand that you are busy, we all are.  Just join us.  Be there.  And if you are shy about where to sit, find the biggest family with the most young children, sit there.  Everyone will notice the kids and not you 😉  (great website: http://www.comehomeforchristmas.co.uk/)

And if you have not been away, please, soften your hearts.  We all need a soft place to land, and that should be in the Church.  Waste less time and emotion on judging, and more time and emotion on loving.  People from every walk are looking for that.  We need to look to each other and lift one another.  Feel joy in our hearts that so many people feel inspired to come to the Church on Christmas.  That so many remember the meaning of the day.  That so many seek to find Truth.  We are the hands and feet, but we are also the arms, and we need to open them wide to the many people who join us in worship.  From any place in the world.

Pray for me as I pray for you always.

In Christ,

Catholic Momma

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Last night as we were cuddling, my three year old asked if she could watch a show on TV.  I said no, so she asked me to tell her a story.

Now, as any mother knows, sometimes “Tell me a story” is a LOT harder than it sounds sometimes.  Sometimes we are tired.  Sometimes we are not creative.  Sometimes we just get writers block.

Last night was one of those times.

I sat there for a minute trying to think of some stories I knew.  I discarded some of the over told ones (bye bye three little pigs), and I started to think if I knew any newer ones.  I tried to stumble through the Christmas story, but to integrate the pre-Christmas stuff was just too much for me last night.  So, I decided to start with just SOMETHING.

“Once upon a time…”(think think think)

“There was a… girl…”(cripes, what girl stories do I know?)

“Her name was….”
(Think of a good name!  I should know SOME…  I have had four girls for Pete’s sake)

(oh man, now this better be AWESOME since I am using her name)

At this point, Tia looked up at me beaming.  She was so excited to hear a story about HER!  I smiled and continued.

“The little girl was magic.”

*Tia’s voice here* “Am I magic???”

“Well, you see it is a special kind of magic.  This little girl could make people smile just by being around her.”

From here on in she was so proud to be this little girl.  I told her a ‘story’ that was basically just a run down of the day, but she was amazed by it.  Captivated.  I ended with:

“And the little girl yawned, was very tired, got into her pajamas and went to bed.”

*Tia* “Sounds like she is a big girl.”

“Yep, she is starting to be…”

And to my amazement, she got up, got in her pjs and went to bed.

Since then she has been asking me to tell her more and more “Tia stories”.  So I tell her the funny ones of when she was little, and the mundane ones of regular days, and the exciting ones of the future.  And she loves it.  Every minute of it.

So I thought about my life, and about how much I need to appreciate the “Catholic Momma” stories of my everyday experience.  About how I have “magical” abilities to cook dinner, and bring smiles.  How even my seemingly mundane days are great stories in the book of my life.

I am so, so grateful for the gifts that my children bring me.  Even when it is reminding me of things like this.  I thank God every day for them.

Pray for me, as I pray for you.

In Christ,

Catholic Momma

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