And in the end, she accepted me as her own.

I remember that I was not yet twelve years old when my mother died. Hardly had I realized the great loss, I withdrew, all sorrowful, to the feet of the statue of the Virgin Mary and with many tears I begged her to become my mother. It seems to me that this prayer, which I simply recited, was favorably received, because it happened that I was immediately heard in some matter in which I turned to this royal Virgin. And in the end, she accepted me as her own.

(Teresa of Jesus, Life I, 7)