Saint Mommy

The other day, after Lucky and I finished reading the Akathist to St. Panteleimon, he wanted to talk about some of the things he heard during the service, like, “For after thy prayer to Christ a child who had died from snakebite at once revived and stood up healed” and so on. After a few minutes of discussing this he asked me,

“Do you have a saint?”

“Of course!”

“Oh, your saint is St. Mommy, right?”

“No, my saint is St. Sevastiane,” I answered with a giggle.

“Well, your saint is Panagia too, right? Because she’s a mommy and you’re a mommy, so…”.

“Yes, absolutely.”

I was caught off guard by his observation and once again found myself marveling at the innocence, and therefore spiritual insight, of a child.

And then I spent the afternoon thinking about how lucky we mothers are to have two patron saints interceding for us.

2 thoughts on “Saint Mommy

  1. If only our thoughts could always be as pure and as simple as our children’s thoughts. Your son is so very special. 🙂

    1. How sweet. I agree, children are so pure and innocent and when they speak it sometimes seems as if the words came from Heaven.

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