I'm teaching the Family Life Unit for the 8th graders this week and next...and I'm not using a book because Scripture, CCC, JPII, Jason Evert, Pam Stenzel were better resources than any widely used "Family Life" books that were out there. Thank God EWTN decided to do a review...praise the Lord for Mother Angelica and her people.
The 8th graders wrote down questions for me the other day. After I was done reading and sorting them out, I looked down at Therese in my lap and said, "Wow, baby, these kids asked some really tough questions." Then she smiled at me with her sweet, comforting, chubby-cheeked grin, and it was as if God was trying to tell me that it was going to be okay.
And at that very moment I was SO glad that she wasn't going to be 13 years old any time soon...
Please pray for us! =)
+AMDG+
Thursday, May 21, 2009
Made in His Image
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Tuesday, May 19, 2009
The Power of Love
I showed this video to my 7th graders today.
Like Karina said, you don't really see it as actors in a movie...it's as if you're watching the real thing...all the events unfolding before your eyes...the love of Jesus Christ poured out for every single one of us.
For the May Crowning Mass, I'm supposed to do a short reflection on what Mary means to me as a mother. So many thoughts come to mind... And I chuckle to myself because when I was pregnant, I really had no reason to complain because I never had to sit on the back of a donkey for 80+ miles to travel anywhere.
Mama Mary is AMAZING.
I will pray on this tonight...
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Sunday, May 17, 2009
Memories
Time has healed me, as over the years I have been wrapped in the arms of Jesus. I keep bringing my pain to confession because I've had to dig out the roots of my own shortcomings. It feels wonderful to be able to revisit old memories and not hurt anymore...
And looking back, now I understand.
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Labels: life
Wednesday, May 13, 2009
Why I'm here
"...not because I get rich from this job, but because I love you guys."
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Labels: teaching
Monday, May 11, 2009
The Weight of the Cross
At Therese's baptism some weeks ago, Fr. Sean said that we parents need to help our children carry their crosses...because if we don't they might be too heavy for them. It was such an eye-opener for me because my responsibility as a mom really hit home. As much as I don't want my girls to suffer or ever see them with a broken heart, I understand that unexpected things happen in life and someday they will know and feel very deeply the sorrow that I want to shield them from. Hearing Fr. Sean's message, I knew that the best thing I could do for them is what my parents did for me: teach them who Jesus Christ is and how He is powerful enough to bear any pain or grief or sadness.
Both my mom and dad taught me how to suffer. Granted that I still find myself complaining when I'm tired or frustrated, I try to remember the grace that they received from the Lord to bear their crosses. When my dad had a stroke, he fought for his life. He tried to stay as positive as he could because he knew he was able to get through it 40 years before. He could have died at the young age of 28, paralyzed and put on his deathbed, but he told himself that God could heal him and he did. Before his health took a turn for the worse in March of 2005, I would attend his therapy sessions and I would watch him work so hard to regain his muscle strength. I remember walking into the hospital, seeing him working with the OT and holding a pencil so he could learn how to write again. It was like he was a little child in kindergarten...my heart fell when I thought about how capable he used to be. But he never gave up, and he was so patient through the training we had to go through just so I could help him get in and out of the car, how to use the bathroom, how to get up out of bed.
Mommy has also gone through so much - losing her husband, her job, and her eyesight - those only being some of the trials she has had to endure over the course of her life. She has taught me how to trust in God...to know that He has a plan for us, even when we no longer have what means so much to us. When Daddy got sick, I watched her care for him at night and on the weekends after working at three different clinics. There was no break, especially when she still had four teenagers to raise. I saw in my mom Mary standing at the foot of the cross...through her love and service, our family was able to survive such a difficult time. The Eucharist was her strength - I knew this because she always told me that when no one else seemed to understand what she was going through, she would always pay a visit to the Blessed Sacrament and turn to Jesus because He would never abandon her.
If it wasn't for the faith of my parents, I wouldn't be where I am right now (literally, in my classroom at SJS). If it wasn't for their prayers, I wouldn't have given my own life to Christ and renewed my relationship with God. It was the foundation that they laid for me and my brother and sisters that allowed us to bear the crosses that we have carried and still carry today.
And so will I do for my own family. Yes, it's hard but what other option are we willing to choose? By His grace alone...through the love we have for one another...
Amen.
+AMDG+
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Labels: family
Wednesday, May 06, 2009
Baby Think It Over
I used to work for March of Dimes a long time ago and would go to junior highs and high schools all over the OC with these dolls. This article makes a really good point...you can read for yourself...
Catholic Schools Rethink the Use of Dolls to Prevent Teen Pregnancy
Especially when I'm back to square one with another newborn baby while trying to figure out how to raise a toddler, I have days when I honestly have to remind myself that children are NOT a burden but the greatest gift anyone could ever have. I hate that I don't always remember that when Gary and I are running off of just a few hours sleep each night...but this is where I've been during the past month and a half.
Don't get me wrong. I LOOOOOOOVE my little girls so much...even when Meleana is in time out and I'm having to hold her poor little screaming body at arm's length so she understands that she cannot talk back or do things she knows she is not supposed to do. I wouldn't trade the experience of being a parent for anything in the world. When I come back to the reason why I wanted to be a mother in the first place...how heartbroken I was when we lost our first baby...how much laughter and love our firstborn brings into our home...how our second daughter smiles at me with her chubby little cheeks...I thank God for all of it. ALL OF IT. Yes, even the hard days.
So basically what I'm saying is that we need to teach our young people who may be parents some day that while parenting is a HUGE responsibility, it is also an incredible JOY. I'm glad I got to read this article before putting my Family Life units together for my students in the junior high. I need all the positive messages I can get because exhaustion makes me...umm...not positive.
I wanted to do an update since the last post, but that'll have to wait for another day. Gotta get home to mi familia...
+AMDG+
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Labels: babies
Thursday, April 23, 2009
Resurrection
Basking in the spirit of Easter...
I haven't been blogging lately for a lot of reasons. One being that my laptop has been at SJS for two weeks, so it's forced me to take more time in silence to face myself without a whole lot of distractions. Do you know how hard that is to do? I'm so used to hopping on the computer whenever I have a free time, and when it wasn't available to me I didn't know what to do with myself at first.
I should've given up the internet for Lent. Given the fact that I was working when the season started, I didn't think it was possible...but I could've limited it to work purposes only and told my friends and family to just call instead of email. That's what I'll do next year (after being inspired by Jenn to plan for Lent 2010). In the meantime, I can at least stay off the computer a few days out of the week and use it when only absolutely necessary on those off-days. I'll figure something out. Feels good to be able to detach...
There's a lot to catch up on, and I don't think I can really cover it all. I think yesterday was most monumental, though, so I'll start there.
Last weekend, I told Gary I needed to talk to an SPC priest. I've been struggling in a number of major areas of my life - mostly in the way that I see myself...being afraid to fail...needing to trust God again...surrendering everything to Him...etc. Initially I planned on seeing Fr. Ed, as I usually do, but I decided that I would just go to confession and talk to any of the priests available. When we got to SPC, the big church was closed for repair so we went to the old church and found out that there was no 6:30 English Mass. The Spanish Mass began at 7:00 and since we were already there we decided to stay and just wait for our baptism class to start afterwards. Fr. Ed's homily was about living a life of holiness and being prepared to die at any time. He talked about the Angels pitcher who just recently passed away at 22 years old and reminded us that the saints were always ready to meet the Lord (that's how far my high school Spanish classes got me!). I was really grateful for the message because it helped me realized that my rut was keeping me from counting my blessings every day and doing the most I could to live the kind of fulfilling life God meant for me to have.
At 8:00, we attended the second baptism class for parents. Danny gave a talk about the 10 duties that Catholic parents have for their children. It was a great follow-up to the lessons I relearned when I was cleaning a couple of days ago (I'll have to post about that another day). I needed to hear again what we need to be doing for Meleana and Therese. As young as they are, they need to me immersed into a life of holiness...not neceesarily being taught extensive theological ideas...but learning what it means to love God through the example that they see from us, through the images that they see in our home, through the type of media we expose them to. We need to protect our children from any bad influences that come from the secular world and form their consciences so that they know truly what is right and wrong in the eyes of GOD. From their youth, we need to prepare them for Catholic marriage and foster any call to religious vocation that may come about. All things that I already knew, but I NEEDED TO HEAR IT AGAIN.
I forget so easily, therefore I get discouraged so easily...which is why I needed to talk to a priest. All the couples had the opportunity to go to confession, and I was so happy to see Fr. Larry to receive the sacrament. I wanted to talk to Fr. Ed, but God's providence always reigns supreme - Fr. Larry it was. As soon as he began advising me, I realized that at the darkest moments of my life, he has been the priest I end up talking to...not because I seek him out, but because he just happens to be there. Fr. Ed keeps me on the right track...Fr. Larry helps dig me out of the hole. Why? Because the first thing he always says to me is "God loves you very much." Now, he probably says this to every person he sees, but it's times like this that I need to hear it.
He went on to give me the encouragement I needed, and he said that I cannot let the devil take away my peace. How profound that statement was. Many years ago, a friend of mine committed suicide and it saddened me for days on end. I was working at Kaiser Bellflower at the time, and one pf the nurses there noticed I was down. Irene was her name, and she was very much like a younger Mrs. Triplett (from Verb). She sat me down and after talking with her for some time, she looked me in the eye and said, "Marianne, do not let Satan steal your joy." The memory is a very powerful thing...we store these treasures in our hearts and remember what is most important for our souls because in times of sorrow and darkness, these moments of grace come back to us when we need them most.
I always understood that we battle with the enemy when we fight against temptation and sin, but I forgot that we also battle with him when our peace and our joy are threatened by discouragement and doubt. I made a commitment not to lose, and I begged God for the grace of His peace...of His joy...of His presence in every aspect of my life.
I need Him to take over again. I really do. My salvation depends on it. The salvation of my family depends on it. The salvation of my students are so greatly affected by it.
At all cost...whatever it takes...we have to get to Heaven.
+AMDG+
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Labels: Lent, spiritual warfare
Tuesday, April 07, 2009
Renewal
It's Holy Week. This has probably been one of the most enlightening Lenten seasons I have ever experienced. My soul went through a deep-cleaning of sorts, and I must say that I'm glad I finally let go of the fear...the shame...the guilt...the pride. I would imagine that somehow there is still some residue left, but when I start to notice the build-up I need to let God give me a good scrubbing.
Confession before Palm Sunday vigil Mass was so refreshing. I always walk out of the confessional feeling so much better than I did when I walked in, but there's something extra-special about participating in Mass and receiving Holy Communion with a clean heart.
Our second daughter, Therese Hope, was also born last March 13 at 3:17pm...another Lenten blessing. She is a beautiful baby and such a wonderful addition to our family. Meleana loves her so much! You can already see her taking on the big sister role: throwing away the diapers after we change Therese, giving her kisses and wanting to hold her. It's so nice to see her enjoying the presence of another child at home. =)


There have been many opportunities for prayers, sacrifice, and self-denial accompanied with abundant graces and blessings that I did not deserve. And so during the holiest time of the year, I renew the offering of my heart - as imperfect as it is - in a recommitment to the Cross so that my children may know who Jesus Christ is in the love that I give them, in the patience that I show them, and in the faith that I share with them.
"Be not afraid..I go before you always..."
+AMDG+
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Thursday, March 12, 2009
Thank you, Ei
Empty And Beautiful
My past won't stop haunting me
In this prison there's a fight between
Who I am and who I used to be
This thorn in my side is a grace
For because of it the flesh and blood of God
Was offered in my place, my place
You fought the fight in me
You chased me down and finished the race
I was blind but now I see
Jesus You kept the faith in me
Where did my best friends go?
In my defense they disappeared
Just like Your friends did to You, oh Lord
But You were there, You gave me strength
So this little one might come to know
The glory of Your name, Your name
You fought the fight in me
You chased me down and finished the race
I was blind but now I see
Jesus You kept the faith in me
Awaiting, set apart like incense to Your heart
A libation I'm pouring out
Empty and beautiful, beautiful, beautiful
You fought the fight in me
You chased me down and finished the race
I was blind but now I see
Jesus You kept the faith in me
You fought the fight in me
You chased me down and finished the race
I was blind but now I see
Jesus You kept the faith in me
Jesus You kept the faith in me
Savior, You kept the faith in me
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Wednesday, February 25, 2009
Gethsemane
"We always find that those who walked closest to Christ were those who had to bear the greatest trials."
And the forty days begins now...
+AMDG+
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Monday, February 23, 2009
Lent is approaching...
I need a place to save these articles. Seven deadly sins...we don't know how easy it is to fall into them...really good read, if you're interested...
Seven Deadly Sins: PRIDE
I especially appreciated this part...
The Virtue: Humility
If we have been honest in answering the questions asked above, we have probably discovered that there is a lot of pride in us. That’s ok, if we’re willing to fix it. So what’s the fix? Humility is the obvious antidote. But how do we attain this humility?First, we need to understand what humility is and what it isn’t. Some people believe that humility is putting ourselves down: saying that we aren’t smart, or aren’t pretty, or aren’t anything good. This isn’t true. We all need to have a healthy sense of self-esteem and be secure in what God made us and the gifts He has blessed us with. So humility is not thinking less of ourselves. Rather it is thinking thinking less about ourselves. Take the focus off us and put it on somebody else, and we’re on our way to being humble.
Another way towards humility is realizing our dependance on God. Without Him, we are nothing. Sometimes the best among us fail to realize this.
One day while Jesus was talking to a bunch of people He set a little child among them and said, “Truly I tell you, unless you change and become like children, you will never enter the kingdom of heaven” (Matthew 18:3). The people He was addressing were His apostles! And these words were in response to a question they asked Him: “Who is the greatest in the kingdom of heaven?”
We all need more humility. I need more humility. The enemy tempts us to pride in so many different ways and we have to truly be on our guard against it - the father of all sins. Scary.
I also thought this passage was so full of wisdom. Makes a lot of sense...
Adam and Eve would never have made the mistake that they made in Eden if they had gone to God for counsel. Eve may not have been able to stop the dialog that she had with the serpent, but the simple act of going to God and asking Him what He thought about what the serpent said would have saved her a lot of grief. Ditto for Adam. And it wasn’t like they didn’t have access to Him. He walked in the garden of Eden with them!
The more we go to God for counsel the more humble we become. The humbler we get, the more child-like we become. Jesus said, “Enter through the narrow gate. For wide is the gate and broad the road that leads the destruction, and many enter through it. But small is the gate and narrow the path that leads to life, and only a few find it” (Matthew 7:13-14). Perhaps only children can find it; after all, if the gate is so small, then only they can get through.
+AMDG+
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Wednesday, February 18, 2009
Ask, seek, knock
Driven to absolute frustration, I begged for answers. Consumed by anxiety, I prayed for consolation. God has never failed me, and He pulled through for me during these past two weeks as He always does.
We had a Holy Spirit prayer service in 8th grade Religion yesterday. Some of my kids volunteered to pray over their classmates. Short and simple, yet very powerful. The prayer leaders were touched; the rest of the class felt moved...said it was awesome. They all want to do it again. It was amazing to see this light glowing within them that I hadn't seen before. Better late than never...but compared to my own life's experience, they're way ahead of where I was at their age. Praise God...
Great talks with Gary lately...even if we'd been up until 3 in the morning some days chatting away about life and our relationship, it's been very reassuring...especially since we're facing another huge adjustment in our lives. I'm so thankful that we are able to talk and that he is always extremely understanding of my insecurities and concerns. I love that he is becoming more and more of a best friend. We didn't have a long history together before we got married, but we did have a good friendship starting off. However, it took me a while to get myself to totally open up to him without being afraid of what he would think/say...not because he would react harshly, but because I still needed so much healing to take place inside.
You've brought me so far, Lord. After reading some of my journal entries from 2005, I was so impressed at the progress I've made over the last four years. I had questions about my job...about who I was...about who I'd become...and while the future continues to pose more possibilities, I'm at least able to look back and appreciate where I've been and where You have placed me today.
I want to say so much more, but I think I'll just soak in my heart's gratitude. Thank you so much, dear God, for hearing me and working Your grace and providence in my life.
+AMDG+
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Monday, February 09, 2009
Just cut off the dead leaves
About 4 years ago, one of my Kappa sisters gave me a bamboo plant. I told myself that if I could keep it alive, I would be ready to have kids. Why? Because I have successfully almost killed every other plant I have owned, and I figured that it would be quite pitiful if I couldn't maintain a BAMBOO plant.
I'd been doing pretty well with it until last Christmas. We were gone for a couple of weeks and I didn't water it. I don't think I watered it for a month because I was so busy. So there were brown leaves growing out of it. Well...they weren't really growing because the leaves were dead.
I was ready to just let it die.
But I learned from my mom - the gardener - that as long as there were green leaves and the stalks were still alive, all I had to do was cut off the dead leaves and the plant would be fine.
So that's what I did. I cut off the dead leaves. And it's fine.
I was so discouraged by all the brown leaves that I didn't even acknowledge the life still left in my plant. I was totally gonna give up on it. How sad.
Lesson learned: Don't focus on what's going wrong...look for everything that's going right...because it's not over 'til it's over. That's exactly what my bamboo taught me.
Thanks, little bamboo. You've got some years left in you yet. Then maybe I'll upgrade to herbs...hehe =)
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Tuesday, January 27, 2009
WHAT?!?!
*NOTE...this is absolutely RIDICULOUS...
Pelosi: Fewer babies = stronger economy
Charlie Butts and Jody Brown - OneNewsNow - 1/27/2009 6:00:00 AM
House Speaker Nancy Pelosi stirred up a hornet's nest by promoting the idea of spending of millions of dollars on birth control and abortion as part of the economic stimulus package.
"Contraception," argued Pelosi, "will reduce costs to the states and to the federal government." Her comments came on ABC's This Week when asked by host George Stephanopoulos how expanding "family-planning services" to the tune of millions of dollars will stimulate the economy. OneNewsNow sought reaction from Susan Fani, director of communications for the Catholic League.
"It's quite shocking, actually, that the Speaker of the House -- who claims to be Catholic -- would go on national television and claim that contraception would reduce the cost to the government," exclaims Fani. "It's just beyond words, really."
Pelosi has five children and six grandchildren. Catholic League president Bill Donohue finds her comments revealing. "We have reached a new low when high-ranking public office holders in the federal government cast children as the enemy," he offers in a press statement. "But at least it explains their enthusiasm for abortion-on-demand."Will the spending on "family-planning services" help dig America out of its economic doldrums?
"That's not going to help grow the economy," Fani responds. "It doesn't even make sense as a prospect for helping this country through our economic crisis. So it's wrong on so many different levels, and just shows...a very flawed thought process."
American Life League calls Pelosi's remarks "a betrayal" of her Catholic faith, and the Christian Defense Coalition says it is "unthinkable" that she would try to stimulate the economy by "seeking to reduce the number of children."
America needs to produce 2.1 children per couple to keep up with births to support the population -- and that rate is not being maintained. Economies in Europe have been especially hurt by a drop in birth rates.
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Words cannot express how disappointed - not to mention disgusted - I am with this whole idea. Echoing Jaymee's recent expression...GRRRRRR!!! =(
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Labels: prolife
Saturday, January 24, 2009
The Gift of Life


I wasn't sure what to do for Gary's birthday. Faced with a few different options, I left it up to God and asked Him what would be best. Knowing my husband's fun-loving, "get-my-groove-on" personality, I thought the Freestyle L.A. concert w/Stevie B, Lisa Lisa, Expose, and Debbie Deb would be super-cool to take him to. For about five minutes, I even considered bringing him to an MMA fight! But I felt a nudge...a strong nudge...to keep it simple. We had lunch at Zov's Cafe & Bakery in Tustin (and bought YUMMY deserts to share with Em and Rob to thank them for babysitting Meleana!), hung out at the Moya's for a little while, picked up Lea, went to confession at St. Peter Chanel, then drove to Our Lady of the Angels Cathedral for the Archdiocesan Requiem Mass for the Unborn. It was PERFECT.
At the Mass, all of the music was about honoring the life of each child...of telling this generation about the new generation to be born...the readings brought comfort in knowing how much God loves each person He creates, no mater how long they live...and Cardinal Mahoney's homily spoke gently but firmly about the issues we need to be concerned about regarding abortion policy in this country. He assured us that the pro-life movement would continue to grow in strength despite the actions of any government or political leader because no one can thwart the plan of God. People can try, but God is the one in control. He is all-powerful, and if His people work and pray, His plan will come into fruition. Yes, there will be sacrifices. Yes, at times, it will look like we have lost. But there is always hope in knowing that our fight will see victory as we move in prayer and moral persuasion.
After Communion, a woman gave her testimony with two out of her three daughters about how both of them were born with cystic fibrosis. She was urged to have an abortion if the amniocentesis showed that the third one had the condition. She and her midwife did everything they could to save the life of her child, and she and her daughters standing together in front of the congregation 19 years later was a strong testimony to what choosing life really means. Both of the girls are attending universities and are contributing to the world as the good God intended. At the end of her mother's sharing, the youngest daughter invited us all to witness the presentation of 148 candles lit in honor of the 148 babies who were aborted in Los Angeles today. "At sunrise, they joined us in greeting a new day, and at sunset we had to continue on in this life without them..." The votive candles were brought up and placed around the altar, and 148 seconds of silence were offered in rememberance of them. I placed my hand on my tummy as the baby stirred inside of me, and all I could hear was, "Thank you, Mommy. Thank you, Mommy." I cried, and Gary reached for my hand and for Meleana's.
We needed to be there. This is why...
(Gary's email regarding political choices debated among his friends - sent Summer 2008)
Thanks for those questions to consider. I have thought about those situations before, and I have talked to Marianne about those situations, "What if our baby was born with a dysfunction or disfigured" and we found out early in pregnancy. Or "What if your life is at risk?" And the answer to when the mother's life is at risk is in the life of St. Gianna Beretta Molla.
St. Gianna was a doctor, a normal mother of 3, and married to a wonderful husband. On her fourth baby, she found out from her doctor that she had fibroma of the uterus. She had three options: 1) an abortion, which would saver her life and allow her to have more babies, 2) a hysterectomy, which would save her life but take away the unborn baby's life, or 3) remove the fibroma, in which the baby may survive with the risk of complications for her or the baby. Through her Faith and prayers and talks with her husband, they decided to have the baby. Gianna believed that the baby's life was more important than her own and told the doctors prior to delivery to save the baby's life. Her exact words were, “If you must decide between me and the child, do not hesitate: choose the child - I insist on it. Save him”. The baby was born April 21, 1962 and her name was Gianna Emanuela. 7 days later Gianna died inspite of treatments. In pain, her last words were, "I love you, Jesus. I love you, Jesus." Today Gianna Emanuela is a doctor, just like her mom. Gianna was beatified on Mother's day in 1994 and on May 16, 2004 she was canonized a saint by Pope John Paul II. She is the first canonized woman, physician, and professional. She is a saint for mothers and parents; a model of virtue, holiness, motherhood, professionalism, and devotion.
It's a beautiful story of a parent's sacrifice and faith for the love of a child's life no matter what the cost. St. Gianna's husband did become a single parent, did not remarry, and raised 4 kids of on his own. But they all grew up to be good people, especially Gianna Emanuela. And they all lived to see her canonized a saint.
To answer what if "more likely than not" be born with a brain that had missing parts thus making it's life very difficult and dysfunctional?"If a baby is born with part of his brain missing which leads to dysfunction?"
That's a tough one and confusing. Well, if a baby is born with an incomplete or a partly functioning brain, does that mean the brain or body will not function? No. The brain will function, but not that well. The extent of difficulty for the brain to function is different from case to case. But there is the option of therapy for brain-injured kids. Marianne bought a set of books authored by Glenn Doman, who pioneered the treatment of brain-injured children and babies born with dysfunction. He successfully helped these babies and kids become more functional than their previous state. These kids may not ever be 100% like you or me, but they are functional, as to walk, talk, or grip a glass. Glenn Doman founded the Institute of Human Achievement in 1955 in which he treats his patients and helps normal kids become more physically and mentally intelligent with the same therapy. If we were to reference to our Faith, in the Catechism of the Catholic Church pp. 2274, "Since it must be treated from conception as a person, the embryo must be defended in its integrity, care for, and healed, as far as possible, like any other human being. Prenatal diagnosis is morally licit, "if it respects the life and integrity of the embryo and the human fetus and is directed toward its safeguarding or healing as an indivudual...It is gravely opposed to the moral law when this is done with the thought of possibly inducing an abortion, depending upon the results: a diagnosis must not be equivalent of a death sentence." And don't forget the fifth commandment, "Though shall not kill."
St. Gianna sacrificed her life for the greater good of her baby's life. Jesus showed care for the tax collector, protected the prostitute, healed the sick, and died for the sins of mankind. What if my baby, Meleana, was born mentally retarded; mentally deficient - slow, lack of motor skills, lack of sensory skills; blind; deaf; paralyzed; no arms; no legs; or with more limbs? Would I love her any less? Would I, as a parent, not try to help and care for her until I can't anymore? Marianne is 31, but if she were to sacrifice her life so that Meleana can be born, wouldn't that be the greatest gift she can give to Meleana? What if Meleana was in an accident and became brain-injured, would I not want to care for her until she is totally brain-dead? Most importantly, wouldn't Meleana want to try to be as healthy as possible, no matter how difficult the path may be?
These are the views of the Catholic Church.
These next lines are my thoughts:
Sacrifice is one of the greatest actions or expressions of love. As a parent, I would want to not only express my love through hugs and kisses, but deeply through sacrifice, even if it means sacrificing my own life. I'm sure Marianne feels the same. If it's a monetary sacrifice to keep my baby healthy, we'll do it. If it's a physical sacrifice, we'll do it. Healthy or not, holding your baby in your arms is one of the greatest gifts God can give you. Even with our miscarriage the year before Meleana was born, Marianne and I were torn. But we know that since the day of his conception he was loved. And he was a great gift too, even if he was not born to live a long life. I say "He" because Marianne heard his voice say "It's ok, mommy. It's ok!" as the miscarriage happened. It was a little baby boy's voice. To this day, we call him, Little Gary. We believe that he sacrificed so that Meleana can be born.
If a parent is not willing to sacrifice for a baby, let alone for an unhealthy baby, I would want that parent to give the baby up for adoption so that a loving family (or just someone willing to care) can care for him. We may diagnose baby disorders, deficiencies, and dysfunction, but we do not know the outcome of a life lived. A baby's poor health can be difficult for both the baby and parents, but why then not try to have the baby and see what happens? Is a financial burden stopping the birth? Is physical disfigurement or dysfunction stopping the birth? Is this what the baby wants? Remember Special Games. It's not that God tests us with damaged babies, but He allows us to choose to love no matter what the cost. Who knows, He may choose us because he knows that we can care and love unhealthy babies. The question is, "do we have the faith and courage to find the strength and hope to be that kind of parent?" and Do we have the right to answer for those without a voice or who is unheard?"
As far as raped victims, I answered that in a previous e-mail. My aunt is a living example.
Bill Clinton passed the bill that allowed the partial abortion procedure. George Bush passed the bill to reverse the partial abortion law. Abortion is in the back of everyone's mind because everyone is concerned about our dead soldiers. But there is a study that calculated through the years that abortion (both legal and illegal) deaths total more than any war. (There's a Canadian Study on Youtube, hopefully it's not a sound byte). I'm not saying that the next president will pass a bill to allow it again, but it can be a possibility. And the sad thing is, that we do not include faith in our education system, except for
Sometimes we make decisions for the sake of convenience. Can abortion be convenient?
Which politicians can we trust to defend the unborn babies? I know there is a clinic in
This is why we pray for the babies being aborted, for our world leaders to make the right decisions, for parents to have the strength, hope, courage, and love, and the healing of the sick and handicapped.
...I don't usually evangelize, but if He calls me to share His Truth, then I must choose to. From Him through my fingers. Not for me..............
Have a blessed week,
Gary
Happy birthday, Gary... God definitely knew what He was doing when He brought you into my life! I love you SO MUCH!!! =)
always,
Marianne
a p.s. to those reading...the baby in the first pic is Gary, not Meleana! See how much of a "junior" she is! =)
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Friday, January 23, 2009
A Voice for the Unborn
I have always been pro-life. I have also been misunderstood, criticized, and judged for trying to speak up for children who have the right to live. Since the days of email debates with my friends years ago, I have not been as vocal because I didn't think that arguing with them was worth it. So I spoke up in other ways. I taught my students to value the dignity of every human person. I made sure they understood why abortion was wrong. Every night I prayed for the babies in danger of abortion. And ever since I knew I was pregnant with my first child in October 2006, my voice has grown much stronger. Maybe not louder, but the strength of my convictions has developed so much more because I BECAME A MOTHER.
As most of you know, I lost my first baby. He was five weeks old when he stopped growing in my womb. That didn't rob me of the opportunity of being a parent because he was my son from the moment he was conceived. I fed him, I nurtured him, I talked to him...and after he passed and went home to the Father, he talked to me, too. He still does.
I thank God every day for that pregnancy, even if it did not reach the full term. Nothing about it was a failure...everything about it helped me appreciate life and the blessing I now have in both Meleana and the child whom I carry today. I don't know why God did not allow Little Gary to be born and the other two to live. But the length of their lives is His call, not mine. So when I think about the millions of children who could have lived but were forcefully removed from the womb, I feel so incredibly sad. Last night I had tears welling up in my eyes as I watched Meleana sleeping next to me. She is a miracle...though, yes, she was conceived naturally...she was created out of God's love...made with a soul of her own...a soul that Gary nor I had anything to do with in its coming into existence.
I was impressed by President Obama's charisma and intelligence. I could see how many in this nation looked to him as a symbol of hope for all people. I admired his eloquence and good will. But I could not support his views on abortion. That was the first and foremost issue that determined my vote. Of course I am concerned about the economy. Of course I am concerned about the wars we fight overseas. Of course I want all Americans to know that it is possible to be elected President if you are a person of color. But who is to speak up for the voiceless unborn if we do not?
One day after the 36th anniversary of Roe v. Wade, he lifts the ban on federal funding for international organizations who support or perform abortions. People say this will help the overall outcome of women's health...
"Women's health has been severely impacted by the cutoff of assistance. President Obama's actions will help reduce the number of unintended pregnancies, abortions and women dying from high-risk pregnancies because they don't have access to family planning," said Tod Preston, a spokesman for Population Action International, an advocacy group. (taken from an article I read in Yahoo news today)
I can't swallow this. There is another way, America. Killing our children is NOT the solution to difficult circumstances that women today may face - whether medical, financial, emotional, or what not.
God help us... If we don't listen to Him, what will become of our society? What will become of our world?
"For the sake of His sorrowful Passion, have mercy on us and on the whole world."
+AMDG+
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Saturday, January 17, 2009
Best Friend Jenn
I have the greatest best friend in the whole world! Jenn came to SJS today with Ethan, Shane, and her friend Cathy to drop off her birthday present for me. She made me a published book of my MySpace blogs! It's a bound book with cover pictures...in print and everything! I thought it was the coolest gift EVER! I totally wanted to cry when I unwrapped it =*) ...just because I've always wanted to write a book but never had the courage to do so. And even if it's not mass produced and available for sale, it's just as good because I can leave it for my family down the line.
It was so enlightening to read through those entries because I don't really use the site anymore and haven't even thought to go back and see how things have changed. Lots about Gary and my work at Verbum Dei...some stuff about Kappa and the hard lessons I've learned in life. I love it! Thank you so much, Jenn! You're always so thoughtful and you come up with the best ideas! That's why I love you! What a blessing you are to me!!! YAY for you! =) Whoohoo!
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Sunday, January 11, 2009
Making a difference
On the drive to our ob appointment, we were listening to Christian talk radio and heard a really great talk about how becoming a parent totally changes your life. At first this guy was saying how he and his wife were super-organized people before they had kids, and now that they have two children, they had to let go of their expectations and understand how they need to accept a different dynamic both at home and professionally. Later on in the talk, he made a very profound comment about how we shouldn't see children as an interruption but as our biggest investment in the future. He said that instead of writing a book to change the lives of people, we as parents are writing on a different "tablet"...one that is living and breathing and can go on to do things we could never do.
How wonderful that we can contribute to the world in such a positive way. I used to be scared to bring children into this world because society is so corrupt and morally dangerous, but how is anything going to get better if there are no longer parents who are committed enough to teach their children Biblical values? We might not have millions of dollars to give away to charities, but at least we can raise children who truly care about the poor and will fight for the dignity of every human being. So, yes, our reality - without a doubt - has changed dramatically since we became parents as well...and we will continue to adjust as we are blessed with more children...but with this kind of perspective, we can rest assured that this is what God wants for us and for the world.
p.s. Gary and I decided to start a blog for Meleana because 1) we met a dad working at a gym equipment store last summer who showed us one he made for his daughter, and 2) I don't have the patience to scrapbook. It might take a little while get it going but I'm happy I got it started! =)
+AMDG+
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Sunday, January 04, 2009
Happy New Year!
I ditto Rob's entry...Emeline wrote an AWESOME blog entry about the trip to Florida and did a great job capturing all of the highlights. Vacation with family is always so much fun...it was a super-busy two weeks because Gary, Meleana, and I left for San Francisco the day after I got out from school. We stayed with his Auntie Mila for one night, then drove to Vallejo to visit his cousin Nelson and family, watched nephew Neil play for his freshman basketball team, stopped by cousin Robert's house the next day for lunch after Mass at St. Catherine's, went back to the City the next day and met his Uncle Tony from New Jersey, saw Dad and had lunch with Nelden on Monday and visited cousin Janet and family in Danville. Then we drove with Nelden to Merced to see Mom and Papa Ben for a day with chicken tinola, fried fish, and TFC waiting for us, as usual.
We headed back for SoCal on Christmas Eve and took the 101 instead of the 5 because we thought there might be snow on the Grapevine and didn't want to get stuck on the freeway. It took a while, but at least we got home safely at around midnight. On Christmas morning, we got up to help Gary's coworkers prepare food for the homeless on Skid Row and went with them to drop off the plates in Downtown. It was a good starting experience for our family because that's a tradition I always wanted to start during the holiday season. On the way to Mass at St. Anastasia, Gary and I were already planning next Christmas...getting everyone together to cook on Christmas Eve and sending the food out in the morning...we were really excited about it! After Mass, we had to repack for our Florida trip (going from chilly 50/60-degree weather to a warm 75-80 degrees in Palm Coast!)...then we met Em, Rob, Lyn-Lyn, Mike, and the kiddos for dinner with yummy food from Sam Woo's.
We had to leave for the airport at 9:30 so we said our goodbyes and drove back to LAX for our red-eye flight out. If you read Em's entry, she says something about traveling with Santo Nino. This is actually where it all started. My mom insisted that we hand-carry her pink Santo Nino from the BP house and bring it to Florida. We were wondering why she couldn't just bring it with her when she returned to Palm Coast in July, especially since we weren't sure if we'd have enough room for it, but we decided to take it with us anyway and somehow make space for the statue. I kid you not...with all the problems we were saved from, Santo Nino took care of us during the trip across the country, rather than the other way around...even upgrading us to first class on the second flight! I tried to follow the sequence of events in my mind - this happened because this didn't happen because we were sent to this person to talk to that person - but in the end, I just thanked Jesus that the "complications" actually worked out in the end. So when Em, Rob, and Jacob arrived in FL, we told them what happened and said we should always travel with a Santo Nino. There's much more to the story, but we too bought a little pink Divine Child from the Queen of the Universe Gift Shop to take with us whenever we drive or fly.
It really was a great trip. I was brought to tears when we were at St. Elizabeth Ann Seton for Mass because I remember going to the Blessed Sacrament late at night praying to God to tell me what His will for my life was. The last time I was in that church was during the summer of 2003, feeling very confused about the path He had planned. Never did I imagine that I would return with a husband and children five years later. It was the most amazing realization of His goodness and love. Since it was the Feast of the Holy Family, the pastor Fr. Jim told a story in his homily about a stay-at-home mother whose child begged her for more "stuff" like the other kids had. She looked at her son and said, "If you want me to go to work like the other moms just so I can buy you more things, I will...but that means that I won't be here with you anymore to take care of you." The little boy didn't say anything to his mother...he just threw his arms around her and gave her a big hug. We have been discerning lately about the direction to take with our family...not so much what do to but when to take the next step. That homily hit home for me, and I knew that it was God's way of reassuring me that we are making the right decision. Now it's just a matter of trust that things will work out in His time...
Yes, it was a great trip.
Time spent with God...time spent with family...that's just irreplaceable. We had such a good time in each other's company, and I'm very glad that Meleana got to hang out with Jacob. They're so funny, giggling and laughing with each other. I was pretty surprised at how quickly Meleana felt at home in Mommy's house and how fast she warmed up to her Lola, who she hadn't seen in six months. I'd been watching her try to adjust to all these people and places we'd been visiting during our vacation and it would take her at least a day or two to feel comfortable...but it was nice to see her so happy and at ease in Palm Coast. I think the city itself just lends itself to a more relaxed and laid-back attitude.
So here I am, back home with my little girl asleep on my lap...one more day of vacation left. Ah, such is life. And Baby Dyogi is kicking once again telling me to eat something. =) Until next time...
+AMDG+
"The first end I propose in our daily work is to do the will of God; secondly, to do it in the manner he wills it; and thirdly to do it because it is his will."
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Sunday, December 07, 2008
It's that time of year again...
...flu season, I mean.
I just took a shower after 3 days (gross) because since Thursday/Friday I've been soooooo super-sick. First muscle aches, then chills, then 103 fever, and more chills, with a wonderful migraine throughout the whole thing. And Tylenol was not doing the job. I was about to go to the emergency room yesterday, but Gary was able to get my fever down to 101 with ice packs and lots of cold water to drink. Good thing because I was getting worried about the baby. My temp just got back to normal today after sweating it all out. Interesting how the body has its own thermoregulation system.
I haven't felt this bad in a long time. Now I just feel like I survived a train wreck. Nevertheless, I feel 100 times better right now than I did yesterday. Thank you SO MUCH for your prayers!!!
Lupus, I can put up with...but the flu is not my friend.
So I am currently quarantined in our bedroom and am only able to listen to Gary and Meleana playing in the living room. =( They'll come in every so often to see if I need anything, and she'll climb up onto the side of the bed to say hi. But she can't touch me because I'm sick. Please God, I hope neither of them catches this bug from me. Better me than them.
I'm taking the day off tomorrow just to make sure I'm all better before coming back to school...for everybody's sake.
While I've been resting, the little one inside has been moving around a whole lot. He/she is even more active than Meleana was. The punches, kicks, and somersaults are definitely reassuring, especially since I've been more sick this time.
I pray this next week is a better week. At least we'll be on vacation soon...
On another note, I'd been reading the blog of the Carmelite Sisters and I'm so inspired by how much of Christ's Light they live their lives with. It's hard sometimes to be so grateful for everything you experience - both good and bad - as you can see from my entry above. I'm just so glad that I can always look to them to remind me of the gracious spirit that we should all carry within us.
Carmelite Blog
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