Mothers and Daughters

I served in the Cathedral Plaza yesterday and towards the end of my shift, I sneaked in to the Chapel of the Blessed Sacrament to pray. Instead, I witnessed a prayer.

I sat behind them. The sight made me smile and gave warmth to my heart. There was a stroller with a sleeping toddler in it, a young mother holding on to the stroller while she rested her head on her mother’s shoulder. I saw them both wiping tears from their eyes. After a while, it was the daughter who was comforting her mother. They sat there for a while – praying silently, but together, without words, but with each other. In the quiet of that sacred place, it was quite apropos.

Yesterday was Mother’s Day.