By all accounts, I am an ordinary middle-aged woman, not unlike millions such as myself. Throughout my life I have had my share of jobs (and I use the term "employment" because I can't really say that I ever pursued a "career" in anything). I am an Executive Assistant.

When I got my first job and for the next fifteen or twenty years, I was called a "secretary." It is no longer called that way, it is not politically correct and although I never understood why it had to be changed, "they" did it.

In addition to working in an office, there were other jobs including waitressing (now called “server”) and a variety of factory jobs during the summers of my high school years. I have always given my employer the best it had to offer, I remained loyal, trustworthy and punctual and I worked 50 weeks out of every year.

Besides the paycheck at the end of the week and those two glorious weeks a year that they call "vacations," most jobs have been pretty mundane with rewards being forgotten throughout the day. However, one particular job that I have held for the past 32 years has proven to be the most rewarding, most satisfying, and most important to me.

That job was given to me when I became a Mom. Seven years and eleven months after getting married, I was given my new "job" wrapped in a little pink blanket. Ashley Christine, followed by her little sister 23 months later, created a job for life and had all the traces of the dream job we hear others talk about and envy.

As the reward that a NASA engineer must feel when completing a spacecraft to orbit, I have built two beautiful people who have given me so much pride and happiness and have fulfilled my dreams beyond my imagination. While other moms complained about all the work, money and effort they put into raising their children, I reveled.

From Mommy to Mommy to Mother, every step of the way has been exhilarating. Starting even before the first step without clinging to the coffee table, which was followed by MaMa and PaPa babbling, kisses blown from an amanita, falling asleep in my arms, Christmas mornings and the first day of Kindergarten, learning to swim, blowing out birthday cake candles, brakes at school, first kisses followed almost immediately by first disappointment, softball games, dance recitals, cheerleading practice, learning to drive a car, high school football, prom, graduation, packing for college, buying your first car, college graduation, coming home, your engagements and wedding planning, it was my privilege to do my job and be there, proud every step of the way .

Each day was not just a 24 hour collection, but another opportunity to make a difference… to teach and train, to mentor and learn and grow alongside them.

As I'm sitting at my desk now, shuffling papers, answering endless phone calls, and staring at the clock in anticipation of 5 p.m., I pause for a moment and dream of all those precious memories that fascinated and sustained me. coming back day after day, year after year for more, as I did the greatest job of my life… the job of being a Mom.

Linda Hastings


Although today's thought makes an obvious allusion to the celebration of Mother's Day celebrated in the United States, I think it projects a message that transcends it. And it is that in these times in which many seem to have been trapped by a culture of consumerism and competition, of the search for achievements and triumphs, of the realization of dreams and personal aspirations, today's thought comes to us like a breath of air cool.

Yes, there are more important things than owning a package and year car each year, a house with all the comforts, a position in the company where everyone respects and admires us, enough money in the bank to satisfy not only the needs of today but even those of the future (although we have no idea what this holds for us). Although none of these things is bad in itself, they will never fill the life of any human being. However, fulfilling the mission that God puts before us, at each stage of our life (even if we seem to be the discordant note in the middle of the crowd)… that is worth it.

Hopefully we know how to value the author's reflection… not only those who are mothers and fathers, but also those who are uncles and grandparents, friends or simply neighbors who care about others. Ask God to give you more clarity about your priorities?

Go ahead and may the Lord continue to bless you.

Raúl Irigoyen. The Thought Of The Chaplain.