My mother prays for me 7


For the first time in many years, I have seen my mother twice in the course of two months. (Yes, this is a sin and a shame and I am an asshole for allowing this to happen.)

Usually I see her once a year, sometimes twice. Our first visit this summer was when she surprised me on my birthday in June. Our second visit was when I went to St.Louis to celebrate her 80th birthday in August. During the course of the week that I was in St. Louis, my mom, sister and I drove to take my niece to her second year of college. We spent the night and shared a hotel room.

Mom was the last one out of the bathroom. My sister and I were both in bed, settling to sleep when we heard the whisper of Mom praying.

She said the Lord’s Prayer and then she prayed for the Lord’s blessings and protection for each of her children, grandchildren and some of the extended family. She had specific prayers for each of us.This is a ritual she does every night.

“My mother prays for me,” I thought as I listened.

This is a memory I will treasure for the rest of my life   How special this is; how blessed I am.

I pray for my children and grandchildren and husband and mom and siblings and niece and nephew and closest friends and extended family, too. I pray a general prayer for the world.

My specific prayers are not always answered but the most important ones are – they are still here, safe if not always sound.

This made me think of the poem, On Children, from The Prophet by Khalil Gibran.

On Children
by Khalil Gibran*

Your children are not your children.
They are the sons and daughters of Life’s longing for itself.
They come through you but not from you,
And though they are with you, yet they belong not to you.

You may give them your love but not your thoughts.
For they have their own thoughts.
You may house their bodies but not their souls,
For their souls dwell in the house of tomorrow,
which you cannot visit, not even in your dreams.
You may strive to be like them, but seek not to make them like you.
For life goes not backward nor tarries with yesterday.

You are the bows from which your children as living arrows are sent forth.
The archer sees the mark upon the path of the infinite,
and He bends you with His might that His arrows may go swift and far.
Let your bending in the archer’s hand be for gladness;
For even as He loves the arrow that flies,
so He loves also the bow that is stable.

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Our children are not ours but, because they come through us, we continue to pray for their safety, health, prosperity, dreams, and joy. I am praying for you my family. Thanks, Mom, for your continued prayer. I know I wouldn’t have made it this far without you.

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*Gibran Khalil Gibran (1883-1931) – Famous Lebanese poet and philosopher who lived in Boston’s South End neighborhood. (Among his best-known works is THE PROPHET, a book of 26 poetic essays, which has been translated into over 20 languages. The Prophet, who has lived in a foreign city 12 years, is about to board a ship that will take him home. He is stopped by a group of people, whom he teaches the mysteries of life.

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About Candelaria Silva

Candelaria Silva-Collins is a marketing, community outreach and programming consultant; writer; and trainer/facilitator who lives in Boston, Massachusetts. She has designed and facilitated workshops on a wide variety of topics including communication, facilitation, job search skills, team building, and parenting issues. She currently coordinates the Community Membership Program of the Huntington Theatre Company. Her work as Director of ACT Roxbury was profiled in several publications, including The Creative Communities Builders Handbook. Candelaria’s children’s stories, short stories, essays and reviews have been published in local and national publications and she is an active blogger. Her publications include the booklets, Handling Rejection; Pushing through Shyness: Networking Tips when You’re Shy, Slow to Warm Up or Just don’t Feel you Belong; and Real Questions about Sex & Relationships for Teens: A Discussion Guide for Parents. She has served on the boards of Goddard College, Wheelock Family Theatre, Boston Foundation for Architecture, and Discover Roxbury. She is currently Chair, Designators of the Henderson Foundation.


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7 thoughts on “My mother prays for me

  • Donna

    Candelaria, I will send this post to my sisters who have children ages 26-36 and who work tirelessly to not hover but also lend the support that young people need in the world today. Finding the balance…. And learning to let go. Goals that are never totally reached, but are part of our journeys.

    Sincerely,

    Donna

    • Candelaria Silva Post author

      You always leave such insightful and thoughtful comments. Thank you.
      Parenting adults is all about finding balance. As the Kenny Rogers song says, “You got to know when to hold ‘em, know when to fold ‘em…”

  • Denise Dabney

    Thank you for sharing this, Candelaria. “My mother prays for me” is a poem, a song and comfort to anyone who reads this blog. I recently took a tour of Forest Hill Cemetery and learned that Kahlil Gibran is buried there. I have always remembered that line from On Children about our children do not belong to us, but come through us. It is so true and thank you for providing the entire poem.

    • Candelaria Silva Post author

      Thanks for taking time to comment and for listening to the song.
      I included the whole poem because I had forgotten some of it.
      I forgot Mr. Gibrana was buried in the Forest Hills Cemestery. I believe there is a statue or plaque about him
      outside of Trinity Church in Copley.

  • Carolyn

    Thank you for sharing this wonderful poem and for reminding me that the prayers of my mother and grandmother and God mother and friends have sustained me and kept me safe along the way. That is a lovely and Peaceful thought.