The truth is… most days my hair looks like a complete rat’s nest.
When you’re a mother, a grandmother, running a home, a business, and trying to live a faithful life… hair usually ends up somewhere near the bottom of the priority list.
I posted a picture of me holding one of our pediatric mission babies.
In that particular photo my hair happened to look nice (miraculous).
Later I received an email asking how long it took me to do my hair because it was apparently “distracting and vain.”
It reminded me of something someone once said years ago.
They told me they preferred me “back when I was fat.”
And for a split second I thought… goodness.
We women can be so hard on each other sometimes.
Even good Catholic women who are trying their best to live a life of faith and kindness can forget how powerful our words can be.
Because the truth is, in that photo I wasn’t thinking about my hair at all.
This baby girl had coded so many times and it's a miracle that she is alive.
I was thinking about the little girl in my arms who wasn’t feeling well.
Motherhood has a way of teaching you what really matters.
Sick babies.
Prayers whispered in the quiet.
A home that feels safe.
Those are the things that fill a mother’s heart.
Not her hair.
So if you ever see a woman looking nice, doing her best, or simply showing up for the people she loves… say a kind word.
Encourage her.
We all need a little more gentleness in this world.
And if my hair occasionally behaves itself for ten minutes… well, that’s just a small miracle.
God bless you all. 
