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130 pages, Kindle Edition
First published March 1, 2012
You know those books you read and think,”Wow, someone wrote this just for me!” I felt that way when I read my first “real” book, The Secret Garden, and again when I was 12 and read A Tree Grows in Brooklyn and a handful of times since then. I only know Katherine Willis Pershey from her writing, online and now from this book, but her memoir of the early years of her marriage, motherhood, and ministry felt like reuniting with an old friend to discuss all the meaty topics casual friendship avoids.
Some of the connections are coincidental---I too married right out of college to the boy I started dating my senior year, and the beautiful Western Springs she describes is only 8 miles from Elmhurst, where I grew up. I’m fascinated by female ministry---probably connected to my announcement to my 2nd grade class that I wanted to be a priest when I grew up (I had just seen The Bells of St Mary and desperately wanted to be Bing Crosby and say, “Just dial O for O’Malley”). This did not go over well with Sr. Jean, my teacher at Immaculate Conception grade school, nor did the condolence prize she offered me: “But girls can become nuns.” I adored the Sisters of St Agnes who ran our school, but I was no fool---they did all the work in our parish and the priests had all the power (I had, after all, just seen Ingrid Bergman’s silent obedience when Fr. O’Malley reassigns her).
That was the power of this rather short paperback---Pershey’s insights and stories made me think of my own and the book took twice as long to read as it should have because it made me reflect on my own stories or because I became engulfed in an imaginary conversation with Pershey (such as the one in which I tried to convince her to use a sharpie rather than pencil when it comes to divine omnipotence and ended up realizing I’m of two minds myself).
I felt envious when Pershey described the young mothers discussion group she leads as a “community marked by authenticity, respect and grace, where the message is always you’re a great mother even as we’re inhaling wisdom from one another on how to become better mothers.” I read that thinking how nice, how novel, it would be to belong to a parish with other mothers of young children (most of the women in ours are over 70), and then immediately felt grateful for my friends and our informal sangha group that fits that description so well.
Pershey began the group with the question: “How has becoming a mother changed your spiritual life?” In writing this book and sharing her personal journey with us, she has invited us all into an authentic, grace-filled conversation, at times hilarious and painful, on that very topic.