We
went to church for the feast of the Meeting of Our Lord even though it was the
middle of the week. The
girls did fairly well for so late at night after the long car ride, but in the middle of the liturgy
Veronica got to her usual up-too-late state: wiggles. She simply can't be
still and twists in our arms, making my arms begin to shake from the strain.
At 30 pounds, she isn't a baby anymore. She likes to turn and face
forward, so that my arms are like a chair. I assume she likes to see
what's going on, but my weary arms - oh!
At
one point, she twisted in John's arms in this way, and I saw him standing next
to me holding her forward - with the icon of the Meeting of Our Lord on the
wall beside him. I couldn't help but notice the similarity of his awkward
position with that of St. Simeon. Of course, this is also the way that the
Theotokos holds Christ in many of her icons. I think it is an iconographic
technique, sort of like cheating out onstage, so that the audience can see
everyone.
But,
in that moment, I was struck by the spiritual nature of my children. I so often
get wrapped up in trying to teach them to pray, to whisper, to just please
be quiet in church. But these children are also gifts of God, made in
his image, and pure in heart.
Parenthood
has been hard for me - there is a self emptying in being a mother that I am
continually fighting. Fr. Nikolai told us after the liturgy that our struggle
is not simply to pray in the liturgy, but to show our squirming children the
love of Christ in the liturgy - to respond to them as Christ would. Lord
have mercy! Then he added that getting through a night time liturgy
quietly is our children's struggle. It is easier to love their struggle when
you remember it is for their salvation.
Lu whispered to me when we entered the church that night, "Mommy, the icons
look different tonight!" I thought so, too.
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