Hosanna to you, Son of David, King of the ages, hosanna to you, victor over death and the powers of darkness.
Bella woke up today in a beaming mood: “It’s Palm Sunday!!!” (She woke up beaming yesterday too, according to my sister you’d almost have thought it was Christmas from how excited Bella was over Anthony’s baptism day.) She was all a-twitter about how she was going to wave her palms. And full of questions: “Why it it Palm Sunday? When do we wave the palms?”
All morning before Mass I was singing:
All glory, laud, and honor
To you, Redeemer, King!
To whom the lips of children
Made glad hosannas ring.
I was so glad they sang it as the processional hymn this morning.
But before that our pianist, who has the most marvelous voice—I wonder why he never cantors—sang the Hosanna Filio David. Exquisite.
Bella and Sophie and Ben all waved their palms about and poked themselves and each other and everyone in the pew behind us. And the girls both dropped their palms over the front of the pew. Oh Palm Sunday is such a joy!
The girls were both so good—even during the long Gospel. Bella was rapt. I’m sure she was paying attention. I know Sophie was listening at the end because she exclaimed when we got to Mary Magdalene. I noticed that Bella spends a lot of Mass kneeling even when everyone else is standing or sitting. She seems much more focused when she is kneeling, less fidgety. Like it helps her to calm down and direct her attention. Well, whatever works. I’m so glad she’s found a coping mechanism. And it’s never inappropriate to kneel during Mass.
Ben fell asleep on Dom’s shoulder and Anthony snored in the sling. Another Mass with no interruptions, truly I know we are very blessed in how calm our children are. I even ventured to suggest to Dom that perhaps we might try to go to the Easter Vigil this year. I know the girls would love it and I think Anthony and Ben would probably sleep through it. Especially if my sister comes to wrangle Ben. He just loves her.
Father M. gave a rousing homily about Holy Week being the Super Bowl for Catholics. Encouraging everyone to go to confession, to try the Triduum services if they’ve never gone. He talked about how amazing it is that Jesus saves. And asked if we have as much concern for preserving our spiritual lives as for our bodily life. How hard would we try to learn how to fly if we were falling off a cliff? I learned that Hosanna means “save us”. He even sang a bit: “Were you there when they crucified my Lord?”
A quiet day after that. Recovering from yesterday’s crazy activity. I’m going to try to pace myself this week. So glad my sister-in-law is hosting Easter dinner so all I have to plan is our own Easter baskets. The girls even got new Easter dresses from Grandma B. and Ben a new suit. So I just have to get them some shoes and tights. Tomorrow I’m going to sneak off to Target with just Anthony so I can buy candy and other treats. Dom has a holiday so he can play with the kids while I’m gone.
Oh and the grape hyacinths are blooming in the front. And Bella brought me some flowers from the yard today. My first nosegay of spring—a sprig of purple Creeping Charlie.