Editor’s Note:Â I am honored to share this guest post from Â Sarah Reinhard who writes about marriage, motherhood, the Catholic faith, books, and life on the farm at her website:Â snoringscholar.com. Her new book Catholic Family Fun: A Guide for the Adventurous, Overwhelmed, Creative, or CluelessÂ offers activities with strategies and suggestions for fun family engagement. It’s a terrific resource — check it out! Â ~ Lisa
When I’m sharing with another mom why I value spiritual direction so much, it’s easy to be Catholic.
When I’m penning an article or writing a blog post, it’s easy to be Catholic.
And then there’s the REST of my life.
When the baby screams as we walk into the grocery store, the four-year-old insists on something a certain way, and the seven-year-old scowls and stubs her toe as she shoots her attitude arrows right at me…
When the day has been too long, I answer the phone to someone who doesn’t know me, and find myself turning into a monster at a misunderstanding…
When someone—anyone—points out how wrong I am, how unjust I’ve been, how imperfect I live…
And the list goes on…and on…and on.
The times when it’s hard to remember what it is to be “Catholic Christian” is far longer than the times it’s easy. I’ve noticed there’s a theme, though.
At home, in the privacy of my own life or in the circles of Safe People I Know and Trust, it’s far easier to be Catholic than it is out in the Big Bad World, where I’m sure to be considered Uncool and Foolish and probably also Dumb.
Being Catholic may mean I just keep quiet when a group of moms start gossiping at a birthday party. I don’t even know who they’re talking about…except, oh yes, yes I do. And…it’s someone IÂ like.
Last year, at a horse show where hot dogs were the only meal item on a Friday evening in Lent, I found myself munching chips and kicking myself as my blood sugar plummeted. What was I to do? I needed protein and the hot dogs looked like the only choice.
Letâ€™s just say I fail. I fail A LOT.
Those failures keep me humble. They remind me that, while perfection is my goal, it might not be something I attain today (or much). But I have to keep striving for it.
The battle is daily and, sometimes, hourly. Though I maintain that itâ€™s easier to be Catholic in my insular world, I wonder how much of Jesusâ€™ love my kids feel on a day when Mommyâ€™s having a meltdown. I wonder if my husband feels closer to heavenly pursuits as a result of his time with me. I wonder if any of the extended family are inspired to do more than roll their eyes after an encounter with me.
But you know what? Itâ€™s not about me. Not really. Not ever.
Being Catholic—whether Iâ€™m in the world or just in my world—is, for me, all about focus. I have to keep my eyes trained on the crucifix, my heart aimed toward the Eucharist, and my soul safe in Maryâ€™s care.