"Who is that person?" she asked me, as she pointed to the statue.
"It is no one," I answered. "It is a statue."
"You are such a bad Catholic boy," Maureen countered. "This is Mary, your Mother."
"I already have a Mommy," I said.
"Mary is your Mother in heaven," Maureen countered. "She watches over you at all times. Wherever you are she is too."
"You mean when I go to the toilet?" I asked, puzzled
"You are such a pagan. I don't know why she would care about you!" Maureen said, exasperated.
"Seems weird that Mary would be with me when I pee. Mommy tells me to close the door."
"Shush!" said Maureen. "Don't say the p word in church. You will surely burn. You need Mary's help. Ugg! Why do I bother."
So we left church, my sister shaking her head and me a pagan Catholic.
Some years later, I found out more about Mary. Beneath all the piety that had developed over the centuries, there was a deeper and more biblically challenging story. Mary had said "Yes," to God's will. It would change her life very much and make her life more difficult. But it had a big payoff, as it will anytime we let go of our plans and open to God's plans. Each day, I thank her for saying "Yes," and ask her prayers that I might say yes this day to whatever God might want in my life, no matter the difficulty or more likely the inconvenience.