We call her Mama Mary of the kitchen. She makes my 2 year old smile whenever he sees her in her new place of honor in between the 2 windows over the kitchen sink. She was a local yard sale find. Really! And trust me, there aren't many Catholic stuff finds in yard sales where I hail from. I think perhaps Mama was meant to be there for me. I think she was right there where I needed her to be. She's now right here to remind me each and every day of the kind of Mama I so very much want to be. Pray for me, Mama Mary.