Sr. Mary Albrecht OP
As a child, I was enthralled with the Sisters who taught classes at my parish school.
There were twelve Sisters who taught in Carrolton at St. John’s. I used to watch them come into the Church for Mass; they were so proper and always looked so nice in their black and white habits. My teacher, Sister Benigna, was all dressed in white and was beautiful.
One day when I was about nine years old, I was playing in the yard and I said to myself: I wonder what I’ll be when I grow up. Immediately the answer came to me: Why, I’ll be a Sister! It really did surprise me, but I kept it in my heart and from then on I dreamed about it.
As time passed, the desire remained in my heart even as the inevitable doubts crept in.
When I was in high school, as time got nearer to realizing my goal of becoming a Sister, I began to waver a bit. One year, I thought I WOULD be a Sister and the next year I decided that I would NOT be a Sister. But by the tme I became a senior in high school, I decided the time was right for me.
At last, it was time to make a decison.
It was time to tell Mother and Dad what I had been thinking about all those years. I was scrubbing the kitchen floor while Dad was shaving. I scrubbed and scrubbed underneath the table until I almost wore off the all of the spots. Finally, I decided that it was time to tell him. So, I told Dad, and he thought it was a wonderful idea. But he thought that I had just thought it up; he did not realize that I had always dreamed of becoming a Sister. He suggested that I wait for a year or so and do some traveling before I entered. In the end, Dad and Mother both gave in and let me come to the Convent. My entry date was July 1st. It was a very happy day for me.
I have never regretted my decision; I never once though to of leaving the Convent for a different life. I have loved my life, my prayers, my work, the children I taught and everything about being a Sister.