The married state produced a marked deepening of Dona Lucilia’s supernatural spirit. Her soul became increasingly refined as hardships, sorrows, and illnesses multiplied. Faithful to her earlier custom, she would fold her hands and lift her eyes to the Sacred Heart of Jesus, beseeching Him, through the intercession of her dear Godmother, Our Lady of Penha, for assistance and remedy. Her fervent life of piety, so pleasing to Dr. Antônio in her maiden years, elicited even more admiration now.

Fatherly repartee

One day, after observing Dona Lucilia’s prolonged prayers, he engaged her in some light-hearted repartee: “My daughter,” he said affectionately, “you must be terribly bothersome to Divine Providence.” “But why, Papa?” “Because you talk to Him all day long! He must grow tired of hearing you ask, ask, and ask. What do you ask for, by the way?” “I always ask for the same things.” Dr. Antônio concluded, in the same fatherly tone: “You see? Isn’t that bothersome?” Years later, she would smile as she herself told the story. With the intention of praising her, but in the same tone of gentle irony, Dr. Antônio used to say that she could never live next to a church, for if she did, she would flee from the house and spend the whole day praying there. Sometimes Dr. João Paulo, her husband, would make the same affectionate remark.

“This is not a question you ask a mother!”

Dona Lucilia faced the state of matrimony with candour and clear sightedness. With an elevated spirit, she put herself under the care and protection of the Blessed Virgin in fulfilling her duties as wife and mother with perfection.
The matrimonial state deepened Dona Lucilia’s supernatural spirit
Dona Lucilia and Dr. João Paulo, shortly before their marriage
Back in São Paulo after their honeymoon trip, Dona Lucilia and her husband settled into a home almost next-door to the Ribeiro dos Santos mansion. The couple was blessed by God with two children: in 1907 (July 6), with a girl named Rosenda in memory of Dr. João Paulo’s deceased mother; and in 1908 (December 13), with a boy, Plinio, given this name by Dona Lucilia who was pleased to yield to a suggestion of Dona Gabriela, who had always wished to have a family member with that name. The goodness that overflowed from Dona Lucilia’s heart would, henceforth, be poured out unconditionally upon her children. Motherhood brought out one of the most admirable sides of her soul, as she confronted a difficult situation with heroism. After examining Dona Lucilia on the eve prior to Plinio’s birth, her doctor concluded that the delivery would be risky, with a likelihood that either she or the baby would die. He asked if she would prefer to have an abortion in order to save her own life. Outraged with this absurd inquiry, Dona Lucilia responded: “Doctor, that is not a question you ask a mother! It should not even have crossed your mind.” In this way, just before the birth of her son, Providence elicited an outstanding act of virtue from this dedicated and resolute Catholic mother, so that, even before Plinio’s birth, Dona Lucilia exercised a superlative degree of maternal care toward him. The child was born on a Sunday morning as Dona Lucilia heard the pealing of the bells of St. Cecilia Church calling the faithful to Mass. The newborn was so tiny that the crib she had lovingly prepared was too large for him. The family would remember how, one day, while speaking with her father, she expressed concern that Plinio did not seem to be very robust. Dr. Antônio took the infant in his arms and carried him to the light of the window for a better look. Peering intently at his grandson, he reassured her: “This boy will live many years!”

Perhaps her happiest photograph

The photograph of Dona Lucilia with her newborn son in her arms vividly portrays the baptismal grace she guarded and cultivated until the end of her life at 92. She is looking at her son with tender affection. Her smile expresses torrents of love, compassion, and protectiveness in view of the boy’s frailty. She is visibly enchanted with the innocence she sees in the child. Of all the photographs taken of her throughout her life, this may be the one in which she appears the happiest. She brims with joy not because she has been praised or pleased, but simply because of the little son she carries in her arms. “Being with her was paradise,” this beloved son would reminisce. “I felt cared for and understood. I sensed my own smallness and sickliness, but she changed this by means of various treatments. I knew that I could even have died, but at the same time I sensed her enveloping tenderness and her very great desire that I live. These were like tonics transmitting vitality to me. “From within my weakness, the idea struck me: ‘She has so much desire and can do so much, she will probably be able to make me into a healthy person. It would be tragic if I were to die, for this would take me far away from her.’ “I wanted to live, and I felt that my life depended on her. These thoughts came to my mind not only regarding this earthly life, but also the next. I could not picture a heavenly atmosphere different from the one that I felt when close to her. Mama was a paradise for me until the moment she closed her eyes to this life. “What is more, she led me into another garden, incomparably more paradisiacal: She taught me to know and love the Holy Catholic Church and instilled in me devotion to the Sacred Heart of Jesus and Our Lady.”

“Where is Jesus?”

All of Dona Lucilia’s attentions were centred on Rosée1 and Plinio. She exercised a salutary and exemplary influence over them, encouraging them to esteem the dignified and the supernatural. In her mission as educator, the crystalline depths of her noble soul shone more clearly than ever. Because of her efforts, her two children were able to distinguish between her two devotional statues of the Sacred Heart of Jesus and Our Lady of Grace from the first glimmer of reason. In response to the simple question, “Where is Jesus?” or “Where is Mary?” the youngsters would immediately point out the corresponding statue. Later on, the first words from their lips would be the names of their Redeemer and His Holy Mother. ◊

Taken, with minor adaptations, from: Dona Lucilia. Città del Vaticano-Nobleton: LEV; Heralds of the Gospel, 2013, 105-110

 

Notes

1 Name by which Rosenda was most commonly known.