I entered the parish office to request the Masses.
“Do you need them yet this year?” the woman behind the desk inquired.
“No, no.” I said, not wanting to be pushy. “The Masses can be said whenever it works for you.”
“Oh, great.” she said, grabbing her Mass schedule and flipping through pages. “Let me see when the next available Mass is... how does Oct. 24th* work?” she asked.
“Great,” I said, and began filling out a paper with the spelling of my son’s biological mother’s name. As I handed her the paper, I peered down over the counter at the scheduling book. I noticed that she had actually scheduled the Mass for the following date, October 25th.
“The 25th?!” I blurted out without thinking. The lady behind the desk looked up, startled.
“What? Oh my goodness,” she laughed. “I don’t know why I did that. I had my pencil on the 24th and it just moved down there to the 25th."
She looked up at me again and saw that tears we were welling in my eyes. “ Do you want me to change it? I can move it to the 24th.”
“No,” I said, smiling. “That day is perfect." I paused for a moment, then decided to explain. "This Mass intention is for my son's biological mother. The 25th is his birthday.”
She gasped, then rubbed her arm and showed me her goosebumps. I smiled, thanked her and headed toward the tabernacle to say thank you to Our Lord.
Before I entered, I waved to the statue of Our Lady, still blinking back tears.
"Thank you, Mother" I whispered, and I meant it with all my heart.
She is so good.
* date changed to protect the identity of those involved