pony rides and putt putt...

Thank you Wally Wagner for the frrrreeeeeee pony rides last week!  We love "Kids Week" at our local grocery store.  I'm not sure how long he's been offering this, but for as long as I've had kids we've been enjoying it (well at least a handful of times anyways...most years it seemed like more hassle than it was worth...but this year I took the younger half of our herd up for their first pony rides.  Everyone loved it, for sure.  (and did I mention a free hot dog and pop to wash it all down?!)  Yippee Cayaaaaah!

Oh and PUTT, PUTT.
Hope you don't mind me sharing fun new things we're finding to do this summer...along those same lines of freeeeee, or at least cheap.  That's how we roll. 
I'd heard rumors of a new miniature golf course over in St. Marys that was just built last year.  I googled it, and sure enough it's completed and was built thanks to their wonderful taxpayers (and I'm guessing some generous donations) smack dab in the middle of their K.C. Geiger park.  I'm not kidding...it's beautiful.  And it's only $1 for kids 12 and under to golf 18 holes.  ($2 for adults).  It's open daily 2-9 pm and weekends noon-9p (I think) and has an attendant on duty.  ("Like" it on Facebook for more accurate details/directions...St. Marys Miniature Golf).   It's super-gorgeously landscaped with water features, and a rock mountain in the center...just amazing!  And it's in the heart of their park full of ball diamonds, a playground, basketball courts, volleyball and tennis, even a picnic shelter.  Something for everyone!  We will definitely be revisiting this park.

 I think this was our first time miniature-golfing like this...except for at the campground where they have just a couple holes...nothing like this group adventure though.

 We divided into groups of 4 or so, and moved through pretty smoothly.  Scorecards reflected the fact that we were novices...18 on a par 3...ummmm.  "We're trying for the lowest score guys...not the highest!"

 We went on Saturday afternoon while John had to work.  Myself, and the kids, plus cousin Beth who was sleeping over...  fun for all ages!

You MUST heck this place out...and take care of it while you're there...it's really a treasure of a public park!

the trade off

It's the latest greeting these days..."So how's your summer?"  or "Glad it's summer?"
I always reply with a positive, "It's goin' great!"  or "Yes, LOVE having the kids home."
And it's true.  I love summer.

But, there's a trade-off.  With the good, comes some not-so-great.  That's life.
That trade-off revolves around the fact that all these kids are home.  They want to read, and play, and explore, and need help tying shoes, and want to go the pool, and eat (Lord, do they eat!), and snack some more, and then they want to do a craft, and help with something (anything), and dig in dirt, and turn on a sprinkler, and cut open a freeze-pop, and play a card game or do a puzzle, go to the park, and on and on.  All this stuff that I love to do with my kiddos.  LOVE it!  Love THEM!   And so...we do these things.  And we enjoy the fact that the days; our schedules allow it.  And it's wonderful (except for the grocery bill part), And we're all exhausted...and then they all fall into bed much later than on a school night, and it's a wonderful thing.  GOd is good! 
But then, I realize I've gotten absolutely NOTHING done that day.  The kind of things that I had all kinds of time to do when they were at school all day. The kind of things that dear husband notices didn't get done when he walks in from work...like laundry, and clean-up and groceries.  When on earth will I find time to get groceries when my kids don't go to bed till 10?!  Haa! 
And so now I'm back to folding laundry at midnight, like the days when kids were littler and husband worked evening shift.  Oh, but I'm older now.  And my days are fuller, and oi.  Who wants to stay up this late anymore?  (and still get up at 7?)

I do.  Because it's summer.  And because I LOVE this tiny window of time.  This gift.  This opportunity to enjoy them entirely.  High school graduations are timed perfectly at the beginning of summer I think, as a subtle reminder that our babies grow all too fast.  (only coincidentally that it's the end of the school year too...whatever.)

Still.  It's summer.  And about the time I get used to this crazy nutty "laid-back" summer schedule, school will come around, stealing my babes away from my days once again.  And I'll be singing the praises of a schedule that allows me to fold underwear during daylight hours.  Perhaps until that time though, these glowing jars of fireflies will have to light my way through the summer laundry late-nighters.

Let the memory-making continue. 

Enjoy your summer!

monster garage

(and singing the praises of play-doh on a rainy day.)

One thing we're finally taking advantage of in our new home is the attached two-car garage in the back.   First Communion in May was the motivation we needed to finally get everything cleared out from the move...furniture and other items we were holding onto but didn't really have a place for.  It needed cleared out/put away for John & Mary's party, so we either junked/donated/or put things to use.  Since the party, and the cleared out new space...we've been discovering all kinds of ways to enjoy it.  (Unfortunately, as much as we'd like to squeeze it...our 15 passenger van will never fit into a standard garage door-height opening.)  So we keep bikes lined on one side, and have this whole other area for things like school desks...and today, PLAY-DOH!  The carpeting around the edges of the garage (from the former owners) make it even more conducive to little feet padding around on cooler days.

The older 3 had things to do this morning...friends to visit, odd jobs for the grandparents, etc.  And little Anne was taking her morning nap.  It was so intensely quiet in the house as they all whoooped it up in the garage.  AWESOME!

And all this mess, swept up in a matter of moments...no scraping it off the kitchen floor.  Sweeet!
(This table was our kitchen table, many moons ago when there were just a few of us...later we cut the legs down low and can keep pull-out tubs of train pieces, or Legos, or blocks underneath.)

Anyone ever wanted to try out chalk-board paint?!  Well we tried it, and LOVE it.

For under $20 we were able to paint these two large storage doors in the garage/school play area.  Sidewalk chalkin' on rainy days...woooohoooo!

I almost feel guilty sipping on my coffee in my quiet kitchen (oh, and cleaning up after breakfast, starting chili for supper, tossing in a load of towels, and checking in with you here.)  Almost.

Peaceful, cooler day to you all.

God is good.

Taking in some "nature"

Swimming, baseball, softball, teeball, bike rides, backyard campfires and games, zoo days, sprinklers & kiddie pools, and popsicles...lots of popsicles. Summer is off to a beautiful start!
Looking to keep the troops from getting the "B" word (dare I hear, bored) we planned a special Nature Hike today. 

Of course any good hiker knows planning is the key.  So we started the morning preparing our trail snacks...cheerios strung onto dental floss necklaces...portable, yummy, and promotes healthy gums.  Awesome.

These were a bigger hit than I might have imagined.  Even Anne loved it...though she kept eating the floss and gagging it back up.  Not cool.  No more edible necklaces for the little one.

Charlie found the first "seashell."  I use that term loosely...we were nowhere near the sea.  But it's still pretty cool for Lake Loramie.

Only 7 of the kids came along this time.  Certainly this is something I'm going to have to come to terms with for the summer.  It's the first time my older ones are going their own ways...and I'm not yet sure how to feel about that.  Excited and sad all at once.  Guess "bittersweet" covers it.  I'm realizing that the days/moments we all spend together as a close little family are going to be fewer and further between all the time.  And I get a little sad as I imagine further down the road when we struggle to get us all together for anything...holidays, etc. 

Everyone was excited to find goose feathers...Charlie and Frank were first.  This is NATURE!
(not so excited about dodging all the goose poop...but that goes with the territory.)

This is NOT nature...just an old abandoned beat-up lawn chair we found along the way. We had fun imagining who might have left it behind...or whehter they might still be coming back for it.  Charlie's face in this picture is priceless...

Pieces of Duct tape wrapped inside out on the wrist made a perfect way to collect and display little bits of nature along the way.  Just pick and stick (with caution).  Charlie was bummed that his Budweiser bottle cap fell off just before taking this picture.  (Somewow beer is nature?!)

Not sure what got to this tree; insects or animals, but it was cool peeking in the holes...like maybe trolls might have left behind some treasure.  Lucy was bummed there was nothing to be found inside.

What are you doing to stay busy and have fun this summer?  We've started a list of things we want to do this year.  In the past it was always a giant paper rolled out with lists of places to go, things to see and do.  This year, it's in a notebook and thanks to the older 3 kids it also includes science experiments like "Build a Volcano that Explodes" and research papers like "Exploring the Monuments of Washington DC"   Seriously...some of my kids want to do research this summer...and write about it.

I'm on board with that, but hesitant.  Seriously...it's summer...slow down and enjoy because life is moving FAST and I want to soak in these simpler times before they're gone.

Peace.

the "word"

Sitting at mass today, Charlie tugs on my arm and whispers..."Mom, whats the word?"

Confused I whispered back, "Which word?"  (thinking this is one of his "Mom, you've got the word!" games.)

He continues, "You know...but only say the WORD, and our souls are healed.  Which word is it?"

Oh.  I smiled.  Grateful he's paying any attention whatsoever.  The word...any word...it's God's word.  And only his word that heals. 

God is good.

(and as my kids sometimes say to drive me nutso..."You've got the word!")

false alarm, we're back in session

So it's the first day of summer break (thursday). I'm thinkin' after a late nighter playing outdoors, we're all going to sleep in. Only the oldest and youngest were on the same page with me. I rolled out of bed around 8:15. I was certain I'd heard kids stirring, and expected to find them planted in front of their favorite (nearly forgotten) cartoons or perhaps munching a bowl of cold cereal.
The kitchen was empty.
The family room...empty.
 Hmmm.
Maybe they are sleeping in?
Toy room empty. hellloooooo???
Then I spotted the garage lights on.
You have got to be kidding me.

There they were...Grace, Mary, John, Charlie, Frank, Rose and Lucy starting their first session of "home-school." Reading, writing, recycling all those leftover school supplies. Did they not remember it's SUMMER!!!!
(these are so not their mother's kids.)
We are going to the zoo today! Let's move it...breakfast, dressed, brush teeth...I'm ranting now. Because education?
in the summer?
Whassup with that?!
Grace calmly proceeds to instruct the class to put away their things.
"The busdriver is ready to take us on our field trip," she tells them.
WHat?!
Busdriver?!
Who's she think she's talkin' bout?!
hmm.
Next they'll be calling me cafeteria lady.
Oi
Someone pass me a popsicle please, my heads starting to feel warm.

It's official

We greeted the school kids walking home from their last day with ice cold lemonade, sprinkler splashin' on the front sidewalk, and of course...our party rock anthem for the day blasting on our little cd palyer..."School's OUt for SUmmer!"  (okay, actually that song was playing only in my head...the real song playing was a kid-friendlier version...High School Musical's:  "What Time is it?  Summertime!")

Party on.  (whoop, whoop!)

Sadly, times they are a changin though.  Only the little kids hung around with me for any length of time...the older ones all scattered to spend time with friends...meeting for kickball games, and ice cream at the Tastee.  Guess it's not as cool as it used to be to party with mom...especially not in the FRONT yard.   (sigh.)

what's cookin

I've added a tab there at the top.  Clicking on it will lead to a list of links for recipes I've shared here on the blog over the years. 

My recipe box (and book, and scattered loose-leaf-torn-from-magazine-scraps) leaves a little to be desired in the matter of organization, so this tab is for my benefit as much as yours.  Saves me five minutes of searching through old posts for those tried-and-true recipes I love.

Browse and enjoy!

a beautiful weekend

too exhausted to speak in details, so I'll recap...

backyard campfire with roasted mallows & kids running carefree in the dark toting flashlights.
long walks
baseball games
backyard volleyball & pitch-n-catch
dinner and a movie with husband
kids' friends over for a backyard dance party
tie-dying tee shirts under a shade tree in the back yard
popcorn and lemonade
family graduation party...complete with cousins, and water balloons, and cold beer served from an iced kiddie pool

"quiet" sunday evening of more backyard shananigans...bike races, and batting practice, and watching dad string some new clothesline for mama. 

Lovely weekend here.  How was yours?

tbdbitl's.

The recipe is called "To Die for Berry Muffins."  I'm just gonna call them tbdbitl's.  You OSU fans can just replace "band" with "berry-muffin" and know what I'm talking about.

For those of you who aren't familiar with The Best Damn Band In The Land...well shame on you!

"O-H!"

Anyhow...I digress.

We're having breakfast for dinner tonight.  One of the few meals that pleases everyone at the table.  In addition to mini egg sandwiches , sausage links, and fresh fruit, I thought I'd try something new for dessert and I found the berry muffin recipe.

Oh-my-goodness!

I'll just let your mouth water for awhile as I hang on the recipe...

I know.  Terrible of me to hold out on you like this...promise, recipe will follow.

May days

Recognizing that in all my busy business, I have not given her proper honor and devotion, through this month...or for some time really.


Hail Mary, full of grace, the Lord is with thee.  Blessed are thou among women, and blessed is the fruit of your womb, Jesus.  Holy Mary, Mother of God, pray for us sinners now and at the hour of our death.  Amen.


On the first of the month we placed a crown of roses on our statue in the yard, and placed a basket of fresh flowers at her feet.  The bright colors catch my attention every time I walk by, or glance through the kitchen window, inviting me to a brief conversation or prayer.  Do you have any special traditions to honor our heavenly mother for the month of May?

stopping to smell the roses

I love watching the little ones discover new things.  They enjoy the simplest of God's gifts, and it's beautiful to watch.

John and the kids bought me a red rose after Mass on Sunday thanks to the Right to Life fundraiser.  It's been resting in a vase on the kitchen island all week...sort of forgotten, I guess.  Except by little Anne who spent a good part of her morning climbing up the barstools, and crawling across the countertops reaching for it.  I kept moving the stools (and she'd move them back), then moved the rose, and she'd climb after it again.  Finally it occured to me to just let her enjoy.  So I took it from the vase and she sniffed it.  A full nose and mouth inhale enjoying every bit of it.  I proceeded to rub her little cheek and forhead with the "soft" petals and we'd both giggle outloud.  She was so delighted by it all.

After a few minutes of just enjoying, I decided to lose the vase altogether.  I put about an inch of water in a little red solo cup (you're singing it, aren't you?!), and clipped the stem to just taller than the cup height.  I placed the stubby little rose in the cup, and onto the end table within her reach, hoping she'd enjoy it for the rest of the day.

She plucked the flower out onto the floor...and drank the water.

And God is certainly smiling with me.  Thank you Lord, I needed that!

Holy Ring-around-the-tub Batman!

Brought all the kids to the park this evening to watch Mary and Sam in their softball/baseball games.  It's funny that we even attempt this...seeing as how I saw absolutely NOTHING of either game.  Only spent the evening playing at the park (black rubber mulch), then watching the kids play in the dusty gravel near the bleachers like a day at the beach.  Some moms bring sandtoys which is super entertaining...and good...but uggh, what a MESS!  I forgot how dirty we get in the summer.

Can't say I've missed washing gravel and sand out of wee-little-ones' hair.  But it all comes back...yes...it's nearly summer.  Let the games begin!

(Tomorrow morning you can find me in the bathrooms, scrubbing tubs...right after my cup o' joe.)

always something new.

(for those who think I've got this gig mastered...each child brings something new and exciting to the table...not always what ya want at the table...but new.)

I wondered if my writing this should be channeled into a letter to manufacturers of baby gear, or if I should vent to other moms dealing with life's sometimes unexpected challenges.  I chose the latter.  Seriously, baby gear makers don't want to hear this particular story.  Then again, perhaps you don't either.  I'm gonna tell you anyways.

Last week one day, as I was cleaning up after another not-particularly-interesting lunch, Anne decided to shake things up a bit.  The rest of the lunch crowd had scattered, leaving Anne and I at the table to finish nibbling and begin the process of clean-up.  This means I throw the dishes into the dishwasher quick before unbuckling her from her highchair to avoid her climbing into the racks and licking them all clean.  She LOVES helping with the dishwasher. 
Anyhow, as I approached her with a warm washcloth to begin cleaning her tray off, working my way towards her hands and face, I noticed an odor.  And even commented..."Whew Annie...you smell stinky."  Not unusual for her to take care of business just after eating.  What can I say, you eat-you poop.  All washed up, I lifted her out of her chair to finish what she'd started and noticed as she took several steps to walk away, she left footprints on the hardwood floor.  Weird.  (clearly not registering with me what happened)
I grabbed her hand to keep her from walking further, still not clear on what she was tracking around.  It was then that I caught a glimpse of her highchair seat out of the corner of my eye and spotted a whole pile of mushy poo in the seat, dripping down to the floor below like chocolate pudding...only it was NOT chocolate pudding.  Ewwwww.

My baby just had a poop-splosion.  Unlike anything I'd seen in a LONG time.  Maybe since Alice and Emma were babies and they had a twin-poop-splosion in their carseats...synchronized.  And memorable.
After plopping her right into the shower for a hose-off followed by a bath, I moved on to the kitchen to tackle the rest of the mess, starting with the footprints/floor-scrubbing, and backtracking from there.  As I began to remove the mess from the chair with clumps of papertowels, I realized that this was going to take some doing...cloth seats.  Uggh.  I tried every possible means of disassembling the chair only to discover that the cloth was not removable.  double uggh.  Seriously...do manufacturers not know the possibilities?!  This was way beyond the tags recommended "spot cleaning."  And yet, here we were...what to do?!  I ended up scrubbing with a bleach cleaning solution, till the fabric faded, and the stink was replaced with that hospital-clean-scent. 

And I spent the rest of the day frustrated with the way things  are made "now-a-days." 

And didn't solve a single problem of the world.

And so I'm sharing my change-of-scenery with you...hoping that if you're having a particularly frustrating day you might smile knowing...yep...there are other passengers on this crazy train called motherhood.  No such thing as coach or first class...we're all in for an adventure!

Cheers!

mini-vacation

I only sang this song a couple times in front of Emma and her friends...
It is our duty as parents to embarass our kids just a bit, not?  All in good fun.

On Thursday and Friday of last week, I accompanied Emma and her 6th grade TAG class to Chicago for a 48 hour whilrwind tour of the Windy City. We were joined by a group from nearby St. Henry as well. It was so much fun spending time with these kids and their parents, all of us taking a break from everyday life to catch a glimpse of life in the Windy City. Our tour included stops at the Field Museum, Shedd Aquarium, The Federal Reserve Bank, Frank Lloyd Wright's home and studio, Millenium Park, Medieval Feast, The Willis (formerly Sears) Tower and Skydeck, an architectural boat tour through rivers downtown, a tour of the Robie House (designed by F.L. Wright), even a stop for deep dish pizza at Giordano's Pizza.
Amazing. Exhausting. Fun.

In talking with some of the other moms on the trip, I recognized pretty quickly that all of us had heartstrings pulling us back home, but we also recognized a need to step away, and enjoy this brief time with our kids who've worked hard all school year studying and researching and preparing for this trip.  Lifechanging? Probably not.  But certainly a wonderful opportunity for the kids and parents alike.

For me...it was a lot of work getting ahead on things like laundry, and meal planning and grocery shopping for John and the kids at home. And hard work for John who was thrown into my job for a couple days with nothing more than a notepad full of chicken scratch about who had games & practices, and what times preschool and kindergarden kids get dropped off. And then the catching up on laundry, and cleaning when we got home. All worth it in the end for a brief change in scenery, and special moments shared with one of my oldest daughters.

Mom of the Year title, revoked

(as if to assume I actually deserved such a title to begin with...)



Recently John and I had a disagreement about little Anne's birthdate.  Seeing as how I was there...and always get this right (ahem), I swore without hesitation that my youngest sweet baby was born on October 28th. 

"You sure?" he dared to wonder outloud.

"Of course I'm sure!  I'm her mother.  I remember it like it was yesterday...there were tornados that day...and it was lunchtime...of course, I'm sure."

He checked our birthday prayer list.  Seriously, as if.

"Say's here she was born October 26th."  (resting the blame on the calendar, not himself.)

"Really?"  I offered back humbly..."Oh yah, right...we brought her home on the 28th...trick-or-treat.  yep.  Well...really, I was there...what's the difference?"

The difference is 2 days late on that cake and gift.  How sad am I?  Seriously.

Happy Mother's Day.

Hope you all had a blessed day.

Here in our home, it was much of the same...with the exception of the homemade cards and crafts & paper flowers glittering the walls and windowsill.  I never tire of that stuff.  I LOVE the extra hugs and kisses and sweet little "I love you's" throughout the day.  We had a cookout for dinner with my parents with lots of fun outdoor games too...cornhole, and kickball, and frisbee...joyful exhaustion.

I still cleaned up spilled milk at lunchtime (actually it was lemonade, all the stickier), still changed diapers (though Dad took the stinky ones for me) and still scraped my way through dirty dishes, laundry folding, and that Sunday morning "dance" getting everyone dressed and ready for mass.
I still wrestled playful kids into the tub at bedtime, and still did the late night "pick-up" of toys and stray flip-flops and socks, etc. 

Somehow though, the day's readings at Mass were a beautiful reminder of the what the meaning of Mother's Day really is.  That it all boils down to LOVE.  Real love...the patient, kind, non-boastful, non-jealous, real Christ-like love.  The kind of love that we recognize in our Mothers, but also the kind of love that doesn't require stretchmarks to understand.  (okay...so I'm working on the "patient" part.)
As I sat in church (at first just breathing, trying to "center" myself after the previous hour of chaos and well, outright screaming at times) I couldn't help but begin to remember the years in our marriage when Mother's Day seemed only a bitter reminder of our childlessness.  It was painful to watch other women receive a blessing I might never have the opportunity for...salt in an open wound of infertility.

Love though.  Love never fails.  And when we recognize our ability for real Christ-like love, when we seize the opportunity to give of ourselves tirelessly...well that's a beautiful thing...that's the love that extends beyond the boundaries of parenting and is in each and every one of us.

At mother's day we recognize the blessings...the bootcamp-type training in loving that having children provides.

My children teach me daily how to be the better me.  When they show kindness, tie each other's shoes, when they "wait up" and "slow down" for each other, when they retrieve bandaids, help the little ones with a drink, or drop everything just to "looky."  (little things with great love)
This is Christ speaking directly to me.  Showing me how to forget the stuff that ties us/traps us as moms and live in the moment...if only for a moment.  To LOVE greatly, attentively, fully. 
Christ tells us there is "no greater love than this, than to lay down one's life for his friends." While he was referring to his death on the cross,  I take it also to mean (since most of us won't have the instance to die for another) that perhaps setting aside our desires, that is to say sacrificing our own desires for another (whether it's time away from something we feel we must be or want to be doing, or sharing something we hold dear, any opportunity for giving of ourselves) is loving.

"Yes, you may have the last chocolate chip cookie sweetie." (as you're about to take a bite), or "Yes, I'd love to watch you do another cartwheel."  Or "Yes, laundry can wait...let's shoot some hoops."...this is love...simple...sweet...love.

Moms, grandmas, sisters, aunties, all lovely ladies...celebrate together this beautiful day as an opportunity to show the love you are capable of...because of Christ and the love he's shown for you.

~peace.

like a bunch of squirrels

we're NUTS for Jesus!

Ha! 

What an absolutely busy, beautiful, blessed weekend we had here as John and Mary made their First Holy Communion on Sunday. 

Of course there was prep-work involved...aside from their spiritual formation that is.  There was attire to be ironed and fluffed, hair to be primped and coifed and pinned, food for the masses, garage space to clean and make ready, yardwork...and on and on.

(That's why my nutty squirrels above look like orphans...they'll call me out on the neglect in years to come.)

Anyhow, what a joy to see these little innocents anxious to recieve Jesus for the first time.  I couldn't help but get choked up as I watched my two, along with their classmates open their hands and hearts to Him.  Just beautiful!

Thank you Fr. Rick!

God Bless Mary Ava and John August as they continue to grow in their faith, and love of the Lord!

just for smiles

Things around here...well, you just never know what you might walk in on.
Thought I'd share a few random photos from our week. 

Miss Anne---who's taken to climbing ev-ry-thing.  Most mornings she spends two-stepping her way across the breakfast table...thankfully, after the breakfast has been cleared.  Here, she's terrorizing the Loving Family dollhouse, sending them all running for their lives!

Okay...this just cracks me up.   We had "one of those days," where everyone was all jacked up with extra energy, but I think it was raining or something...so I put in an old-school aerobics video in an attempt to wear them down.  It was hilarious!!!  Even the boys got in on the hip action.  HA!

And this morning.  More yucky weather.  So we camped indoors for some Saturday morning fun.  The orange blanket in the center is their make-shift campfire.  Tons of fun.  Careful Lucy, your biscuits might be burning!

First Communion Novena

We have two who will be making there first Holy Communion on May 6th (John and Mary).  We are so excited for them to be sharing in this most Holy Meal of the Mass.  Tomorrow (Friday) will be the perfect time to begin this...
(In case you're interested, but unable to pray the full novena, a "Triduum" of prayers may be said on the 3 days leading up to the Sacrament.)

Ninth Day Before

Parents: Jesus, you love (name) very much. You saved (him, her) from sin and death by dying on the cross and rising. Through baptism (he, she) became God's child. In nine days you will come to (name) in communion. Fill (him, her) with thanksgiving for this great gift. Let our prayers help prepare (him, her) to receive you.
Child: Jesus, help me prepare my heart for you.

Eighth Day Before

Parents: Jesus, you died for our sins. We remember this in the Eucharist. In eight days (name) will receive the sacred bread and wine of communion. This is your body and blood that you gave for us. Keep (name) free from sin and full of grace.
Child: Jesus, help me prepare my heart for you.

Seventh Day Before

Parents: Jesus, by your death and rising you won everlasting life for us. In seven days (name) will receive you, the risen Lord, in communion. Let (name) always live so that someday (he, she) may be happy with you forever in heaven.
Child: Jesus, help me prepare my heart for you.

Sixth Day Before

Parents: Jesus, in the Eucharist, you nourish the divine life we received in baptism. In six days, (name) will receive you for the first time in holy communion. Help (him, her) grow in love of you so that (he, she) lives as a true child of God.
Child: Jesus, help me prepare my heart for you.

Fifth Day Before

Parents: Jesus, in communion you come closer to us than anyone can ever be. As our food and drink you become one with us. In five days, (name) will welcome you in (his, her) heart. May (he, she) come to love you more and more each day.
Child: Jesus, help me prepare my heart for you.

Fourth Day Before

Parents: Jesus, you want all your followers to be united in love. Through the Eucharist you bind us all together in friendship and love. In four days, (name) will be more closely joined to the church through holy communion. Give (him, her) the grace to be an active member of the church.
Child: Jesus, help me prepare my heart for you.

Third Day Before

Parents: Jesus, (name) was intitiated into your church at baptism. (He, She) is looking forward to further initiation through the Eucharist. In three days (name) will receive the sacrament of initiation. Make (him, her) a good Catholic Christian, full of faith and love.
Child: Jesus, help me prepare my heart for you.

Second Day Before

Parents: Jesus, in the Eucharist you make us more like you. In two days you will come to (name) in communion. Enable (him, her) to be the person of kindness, compassion, wisdom and courage that you were. Increase (his, her) faith, hope and love.
Child: Jesus, help me prepare my heart for you.

The Day Before

Parents: Jesus, tomorrow will be a great day of joy. (Name) will receive you in holy communion for the first time. (He, She) will know how much you love us. Bless (name) and make (him, her) a strong, loving Christian. May (name) always long to receive you in the Blessed Sacrament. May (he, she) always appreciate all you have done for us.
Child: Jesus, help me prepare my heart for you.

~ from "The Gift of Holy Communion" prayers.