Mother’s Day has come and gone, yes I am aware, yet this past Mother’s Day my eyes were opened to something so uniquely feminine, it deserved a moment of pause. At times Mother’s Day is so focused on us Moms, which is well deserved and rightly so. Our social culture will sell us on the perfect gift for her, flowers, mani/pedis or string of pearls. Yet, I was overcome with a profound understanding this year about our role as mothers, as caretakers having that ‘feminine genus’ that I’ve heard of so often, yet I rarely understood. We attended Mass that morning, and as God designed, my daughter and 1 st Communicant was invited to not only wear her 1 st Communion finery yet again, but to be the selected little girl to climb the high ladder in our parish and crown Our Lady for the May Crowning. As I took the extra time to dress her again, curl her hair and use the many bobby pins to secure her crown and veil, I remembered something I shared with a frien...