I wish I had started praying the rosary when my kids were still babies.
Granted, I didn’t start praying the rosary until about 5 or 6 years ago. I wasn’t Catholic and I didn’t pray it regularly at all in the beginning. When I finally gathered the courage to admit that my heart had been Catholic for a long time and actually start RCIA, I was praying it a couple of times a week. Then, six months after that our family wound up in the middle of a storm with hurricane strength. There was nothing I could do to fix things… except pray. So on a rather typical, mundane day, I spent the afternoon praying for my babies (who were 17, 21, and 23), including the rosary. During that afternoon, I was convicted to pray the rosary daily for them.
For the past eighteen months I have prayed the rosary every day. It was a struggle in the beginning, especially as I stumbled over the longer prayers. Now I can’t remember what it was like before it became part of me. It is the source of my peace. My quiet. My selah. (And actually the inspiration for my blog and Etsy shop name!)
Okay. REALITY CHECK. Would I have actually prayed the rosary when I was a scatter-brained stay-at-home-mom homeschool my three wildlings?
I’d guess not. Unless someone sent me a copy of this article.