Every time we think or speak of St Monica, it is always in conjunction with St Augustine, her son. The connection is obvious and therefor easy to make. Nonetheless, one ought to be able to appreciate her commitment and consistency, rather than what she achieved.
For someone to be so consistent and committed, one has to either be in love or utterly desperate. Monica's consistent attachment to her son (and her husband too) is something that we need to celebrate. She could have very well given up on him - after all, he was no small child or teenager. But when has a mother ever given up on her children?
In Monica's loving dedication and optimistic constancy one gets an opportunity to appreciate the same virtues we see in our own mothers. Perhaps we don't always appreciate it, but none can deny (or escape) it!
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