The life of Léonie Martin, also known as Sister Françoise-Thérèse in religious life (the Order of the Visitation of Holy Mary), was such a different kind of read than what I was expecting. Because Léonie Martin was the sister of St. Thérèse of Lisieux (also a Doctor of the Catholic Church) and the daughter of two canonised parents (having been elevated in 2015 by Pope Francis), I was expecting a life story of effusive piety and overindulgent mawkishness. However, that was not the life story that greeted me. What I was met with was the story of a very flawed, if not disturbed young girl who was one of those kids who would make their parents rip their hair out at worst or make it go prematurely grey at best. Disobedient to the core, unfocused and thoroughly undisciplined, Léonie was not at the forefront when it came to beauty or brains. Quite honestly, if she were in a gym class, she would’ve been one of those kids who would’ve been chosen last, because her prowess-in almost everything-was rather nonexistent. I can understand why readers might believe she suffered from Attention Deficit Hyperactivity Disorder (ADHD). But I also think a probable behavioural pattern could be Middle Child Syndrome, because the behaviour pattern seemed to fit just as well. What a burden it would have been if it was a combo of the two.
In the book, the letters of Zélie Martin (mom) are reproduced, and they show her agony and constant worry over Léonie. She is not worried about any of her other kids. But even up to her dying breath, she offered up her prayers to God to straighten Léonie out. They were heartfelt and unending. You can really picture a wild, intense and reckless Léonie just getting into your face and draining you of your energy. But prayers and good influences surrounded her nonstop. Her aunt, Zélie’s sister, who was a Visitation nun in Caen, was a very good influence on her. And over time, Léonie developed an understanding of how her behaviour and attitude negatively affected others. But she seemed almost traumatised by how she had been in her earlier life. With that enlightenment, she began to try to master these different aspects of her flawed character. Oftentimes, she made a good leap forward only then to make three giant leaps backwards. And because of that she frequently fell into feelings of unworthiness, low self-esteem and isolation. When the five sisters were grouped together for activities or for just simple company, Léonie was often left out. I found that to be truly heartbreaking. And because she was kept back or left out, she more-often-than-not had to be her own best company. People really did not want her around them. And compounded with that isolation was the abuse that she silently suffered at the hands of a house maid.
She was, in a way, a wounded mutt to be pitied. And when she was given attention, she was given it with that attitude and view in mind. With that kind of an approach to somebody, it’s no wonder her choice of ‘me-time or alone-time” was more preferable. Yet, it allowed her to grow in contemplation, for when you feel “let down” by people, God will always be there and only lift you up if you permit HIm. She allowed Him to the hilt, even to her dying breath. In the modern-day era with this attitude or mindset towards her and the trajectory she was on, I could actually envision her evolving into a goth kid or a defiant youth with a chip on her shoulder or even something worse. But her saving grace really was her faith, and that was instilled into her with much love, nonstop discipline and conviction; she latched onto it like a lifeline and developed a heroically unshakable faith that could not be toppled no matter what. That was the light in the darkness. When she pursued religious life for herself only to leave it on more than one occasion (which I thought was stunning), she never quit. And Thérèse’s influence, especially her doctrine of the “Little Way” was of immense help to her in taking her final vows and staying in religious life for forty plus years. She truly was the very first disciple of the Little Way. But it was not an easy journey, not by any stretch of the imagination. I really appreciated this story and admired her perseverance, a very Christlike characteristic. Her earthly existence was her Calvary. And now we can all say for her sainthood cause: Servant of God Sister Françoise-Thérèse, pray for us.