- As He was crowned with thorns, blood running down His face, did she recount His first fever and cold as an infant -- and, the tenderness with which she wiped His brow?
- As He fell under the weight of the cross, did she recall the time He had a bruised knee as a child -- and, the way in which she encouraged Him to get back up and try again?
- As Simon of Cyrene was enlisted to help, did she think about the ways in which she taught Him, through word and deed, the tenets of His faith -- and, how she would gently push Him into His public ministry, with a focus on loving all of God’s people?
- As she lovingly, heartbrokenly accepted His body from the Cross, did she remember the way in which His hands started out so tiny, so frail, and gradually grew larger -- and, how she was always amazed at how their hands fit together?
- In the quiet stillness following His death and burial, as time slowed even further, did she spend moments reflecting on all of the ways in which a child -- her child -- could light up a mother’s life?
Copyright 2018 AnnAliese Harry
About the Author
AnnAliese Harry is a proud Army wife to her husband Chris, and a mother to their young children. She has a BA in History, a Masters in Social Work, and has worked with disabled veterans, troubled teens, and in early childhood intervention therapy. AnnAliese volunteers with several military chapel communities and serves as a lector, EMHC, Adoration coordinator, and Catholic Women of the Chapel (CWOC) chapter president and vice president. She blogs about Catholicism, parenting, and military life at A Beautiful, Camouflaged Mess of A Life. Follow her on Twitter, on Instagram, or on Facebook.