Letter to Mom

Hi Mommy, how are you?

I'm still here, inside this huge ball, how I wish I could see your face already! To caress your cheeks, to feel your hugs and smell your hair; but, for now, I think I have some time left to stay here. I like talking to you, because I know that you listen to me, that you are watching over me, and that you tell daddy things about me.

I can't imagine how others don't do what you and I usually do: chat; give each other a little touch to know that we are together, even if one is on one side and the other on the other; explain our things to each other, even if I can't hear you clearly as people hear each other when they talk. Sometimes it is a burden to be here, you know? There are many things that oppress me, there are days when I feel bad and I would like to leave at once, but as soon as I explain it to you, it goes away. I feel wrapped up by you, protected, safe.

My words are very poor in here. Sometimes, all I do is repeat and repeat the same thing 50 times, but you love it because, at that moment, I am with you and many words are unnecessary when what we say to each other is "I love you".

I am so lucky to have a mother! I believe that nothing is more like God than a mother. You create life within you and give yourselves as nourishment; you correct, but always forgive; you help your offspring in their needs and provide them with everything they need; you stake your life on each new creature and, when the time comes, you are able to give it for them. There is no word that resembles mother more than love.

But you are a special mother, because you are not only my mother, but the mother of all, and your name is the sweetest of names: Mary.

Those of us who live inside this enormous ball that is the world, we address you in a special way in this month of May where, in the middle of the planet, spring is blooming. We long to meet you on the other side, in heaven, and to be able to see you in person because you are already there in body and soul. We multiply our prayers because we know that you hear us and intercede for us before God our Father.

Millions of people would not know how to live without having contact with you, without invoking you often. Faced with the hardships of life, we turn to you for comfort and we like to feel wrapped under your mantle. Among the ways in which we turn to you, in this month that we dedicate to you, we do so mainly with the RosarioIn which, by your hand, we contemplate how much your Son loved us and we repeat up to 50 times words full of affection.

How lucky I am to have you as my mother! In the height of the gift, when your Son had already given me everything, He wanted to leave me in your care and that I also had the privilege of being able to call you Imma (mom).

Dear Imma:

In this month of May I want to tell you again how much I love you and need you; and I want to ask you to help me to become small, as small as a baby, so that I can, with you as my mother, and as your Son invited us to do, be born again.