How to sing “Happy Birthday” to Mother Mary

A scene I witnessed at the Basilica of Our Lady of Guadalupe in Mexico City filled my heart with wonder. Among the hundreds of people milling about this most visited Catholic shrine in the world, I saw a group of young adults enter the sanctuary – on their knees. 

Their presence created this sacred bubble.  Even though they’re walking on their knees on stone and tile, their faces bore no sign of pain and suffering, but instead joy and devotion.  The crowd of people gently moved aside as these pilgrims crossed their path.  I felt I needed to remove my sandals as these beautiful pilgrims entered my space in their slow, holy procession.  The shrine area was made even more sacred.  I was now standing on this holy ground.   

I write this on September 8, the day traditionally celebrated as the Nativity of the Blessed Mother.  Some details of Mary’s birth can be found in the 2nd-century apocryphal work, the Gospel of James.  Though there may be some question on its historicity and canonical authority, the writings provide wonderful imaginative details on the Nativity of Mary from the earliest traditions of the church.

In a way, these pilgrims were singing a birthday song to Mary, with the Rosary taking the place of the traditional “Happy Birthday”. 

I wonder.  How would Mary receive the adulation and attention usually offered at a birthday party?  Known for her humility and lowliness, I see a smile of gratitude and a heartfelt pleasure at my presence.  After a deferential nod to her son, I might hear the words she uttered at the Wedding Feast of Cana, “Do whatever he says.” 

As I imagined being at this birthday party, I reentered that sacred bubble I experienced at the Basilica. I joined the pilgrims and entered this space with joy and devotion.  I brought my prayers to the Blessed Mother like little gifts, some poorly wrapped and others hidden in a bag.  She’s happy to unwrap each, one of joy, another of sorrow, one of triumph, another a challenge. As I offer these intentions as gifts, I know they will not be like so many birthday presents, tossed aside and forgotten. My prayers are my gifts. She delights in receiving each and lovingly brings these treasures to her son. 

What birthday prayer would you like to bring to Mary as your gift today?