Happy Sunday to all.

I’m trying to make this a good Lenten observance. It’s been so long since I have done so. (Which sounds just a tad bit like Confession.)

As kids, we were always urged to give up something for Lent. If my teacher didn’t do so, my mother was sure to step in and make her suggestions.

When my other asked, “So, what are you giving up for Lent?”, the first thing I invariably said was “Homework”!

Invariably, she would say that it seemed I was always giving up homework, whether for Lent, Advent, or Columbus Day!

She would then offer a list of penances I could perform to acknowledge the holy season. Television: candy, Superman comics, and staying up late were a few of her standbys, and I was lucky if I escaped with only one or two of her suggestions (AKA demands).

There were always a few days of as she (and sometimes the Church) granted a dispensation.

For example, my mother allowed us to eat Hot Cross Buns because of their religious significance. Then, of course, we could eat Irish Soda Bread on St Patrick’s Day (if St. Patrick’s Day fell on a Friday, the Church allowed us to eat meat on that Friday, if only to ensure that we could enjoy corned beef sandwiches).

Lately, I don’t think there is as much emphasis on giving something up as there is on the giving of something.

Perhaps I should start with loving someone who makes it almost impossible not to hate?

How about giving thanks for all that I have and not complaining because I want something I don’t have?

The pathways to love and gratitude are far harder to navigate on social media. One really has to hunt for the good stuff and avoid the drivel that inspires ill will.

Still, it’s worth the effort, and I will endeavor to pursue the good thoughts and feelings that inspire love and gratitude.

My mother would be pleased.