The Little Mother

This is what I often see on Sunday mornings when I am trying to get everyone, including myself, ready for Mass. I usually ask one of my older children to hold their sister, but Theresa somehow ends up doing so. The irony is that when Theresa first heard that she had a baby sister she was disappointed and told her aunt, "I really wanted another brother." When she came to see her sister in the hospital, her tune changed and she said to me, "I am so glad that the baby is a girl. I never knew that girl babies were so cute." She has been glued to her little sister ever since. God is good!