I enjoy the group of children that I work with at Potter’s Wheel on Tuesday and Wednesday and at Villa Maria on Thursday. When I first met the children on a Thursday morning, I was a bit overwhelmed by all of the new faces in the room and all of the names I would have to learn. I walked over to a group of them, knelt down at their level, and began talking to them. I asked them their names and ages and told them a little about myself, and at that point, one girl came up to me and said, “I want to help you.” There wasn’t any particular task at hand, but it was good to be reminded of that sense of cooperation between the kids and the counselors. They all had stories they wanted to share with me, and between the initial drop-off and the van ride to Villa Maria, I did my best to just listen. By the end of the day, another one of the girls gave me a kiss on the cheek.
Since I have such a passion for the natural world, I have enjoyed watching that same passion emerge within the kids at GROW Camp. On the second Thursday at GROW Camp, we spent the morning visiting the various farm animals. The sheep weren’t outside when we first sat down outside of their gate, but they began filtering out when they heard our voices. One of the staff members suggested that we sing “Mary Had a Little Lamb” for the sheep, so I joined along in their chorus. As soon as we finished the song—as if on cue—the little white lamb hopped out of the barn and stood by its mother.
I wasn’t quite sure what to expect when I came for my first Tuesday at Potter’s Wheel. At Grow Camp, I was their counselor, but here, I’d be their teacher. On the first day, I had the challenge of trying to figure out their skill levels, so the lessons I had prepared didn’t go as smoothly as planned. The older children carried out the lesson well, but I hadn’t adapted it well enough to the younger children. I faced the same challenge when I went to the Beatitude House apartments later that afternoon. I hadn’t quite adapted my lesson plans to their level, and when they thanked me at the end, I wondered whether I had actually taught them anything and whether I deserved their appreciation.
I ended the day feeling discouraged, but when I came back to the Motherhouse, Tessa the cat came running over to greet me. I don’t know how she knew I needed some animal therapy, but I was grateful for her affection. We spent some time sitting on the bench (she even put her front two paws on my legs for a little while), and by then I was ready to put the day behind me and start the next day fresh.
Wednesday did, in fact, go much more smoothly. One of the mothers came to teach the children Spanish, and I enjoyed learning along with them. At the end of the day, we gave the children time to read, which was a good way to unwind after a busy—and hot—day. One of the boys came over to read to me, and even though he’d struggled with some of the other activities, I was impressed by his ability to read. He insisted on reading one book after another, and he always made sure to pause at the end of each page to make sure that I had seen the picture, which he must have learned from one of his teachers. I enjoyed being able to lose myself in the moment and share his passion for reading, but I felt bad cutting him when we reached the end of the class.
My time at the Motherhouse has also been filled with stories—that is, in the sisters’ willingness to share their stories with me. After helping Sisters Gertrude and Germaine sort through their closets one morning, Sister Germaine invited me back to her room to give me a “tour of music land.” She showed me the photo albums of her former piano students, and as I listened to her talk about them, I could feel the pride that she still had for her students. Above all, she emphasized that she’s had a wonderful life, and if she could do it all over again, she would do it exactly the same, mistakes and all, “because that’s how you learn!”
The sisters have been understanding of me and my current position in life, and I am so grateful for their willingness to share their experience and wisdom with me. As a recent college graduate, I have so many options and opportunities before me, but I’m not sure which path I want to take. Sister Mary Ann shared with me her belief in the Spirit, and she talked about various moments in her life when she felt the Spirit working within her. She stressed the importance of listening to God’s will, and she also told me about the importance of responding to the needs of the time, which is what the Ursuline Sisters have done in their own ministry. Sister Julia and I had an opportunity to chat one Sunday afternoon. As we sat on the bench out front, I admitted that I was still trying to figure out where my life was headed. She reassured me that you can’t push it; all you can do is knock on doors and wait for God to open one for you.
I also had an opportunity to reflect on my future when I attended a Theology on Tap meeting with one of my fellow volunteers, Mary Rizzo. The guest speaker for the evening was Bishop Murray, and he gave a wonderful talk about discernment. I had never heard of that term before, but he defined it as a strategy of making any directional “life” choices where you not only consider what you want to do but also what God wants you to do. I had never thought about it from that perspective, and since the question of “What do you want to do with your life?” has always felt so isolating and intimidating, I liked the idea of sharing part of the burden with a force greater than my own. While I listened to the bishop’s words, I looked around the room at everyone who had come for this event. They were all young adults facing decisions about college or careers, and it was comforting to know that they all had the same concerns and questions that I did.
I hadn’t realized how deep the connection had become until I attended the funeral of Sister Marie-Helene. It was my first chance to meet the sisters who live off site and be together with everyone, and as I walked into the chapel with them, I felt so moved by their sense of community. I hadn’t expected to feel the loss as strongly as I did. While Sister Marie-Helene was ill, I accompanied our Faith-Sharing prayer group to say the Our Father with her. I had never had the opportunity to meet her personally, but though our one shared prayer, I met her spiritually, and I felt the pull of that bond deep within me during the service.
Even though my experience at the funeral moved me to tears, I shared many good laughs during my time here as well. Sister Bridget has given me a nickname, Lady Long Legs, and she has taught me the nicknames she’s given to some of the other sisters as well. As Sister Dorothy put it, Sister Bridget has her own special language, and I feel honored to be a part of her vocabulary. I love the feeling of walking through the halls and eating my meals at the Motherhouse because wherever I go, I pass smiling faces who greet me by name, or I hear a familiar voice call out, "Hey, Legs!"