"A mother raising children, perhaps in a more privileged way even than a professional contemplative, is forced, almost against her will, to constantly stretch her heart. For years, while raising children, her time is never her own, her own needs have to be kept in second place, and every time she turns around a hand is reaching out and demanding something. She hears the monastic bell many times during the day ..."
Continue reading Ron Roheiser's The Domestic Monestary here. And happy, happy Mother's Day to all you mammas. The role of "mother" truly is a gift.