For the past few months, I’ve been saying silent decades of the rosary when laying my kids to sleep. I figure it’s as good of a time as any, and it really helps me focus and stay calm instead of letting my anxiety spiral out of control because WHY AREN’T THESE KIDS SLEEPING YET? And how many times will they be up in the middle of the night? And will I even be able to function as a human being tomorrow, let alone a teacher? You get the idea. The rosary calms me. Something about the meditation and repetition and praying to Mary, especially about issues regarding parenting seems right.

Now, I’ll be honest, I don’t bring my rosary beads, so sometimes I’m probably saying 9 or 11 Hail Marys before the Our Father, but I figure it all evens out in the end. And my intention is good. Sometimes I’ll judge how the night will go based on how many decades I pray before they fall asleep. Tonight was about a 3.5 decade night. Not terrible, but not the record.

I like being Catholic. I won’t pretend to tell you that I know everything about the church. I won’t even pretend to tell you that I know a lot about the church, but I know that my faith is what keeps me going when things get particularly rough.

Yesterday, my poor, sweet Vinny broke his leg. Taking my child to the ER is not something I ever want to do again. But, my goodness, that kid is tough. Even the orthopedic doctor we saw today said, ‘Normally there’s more tenderness. He must have a high pain tolerance.’ For as sweet as he is, he is tough. And that’s a quality I hope he keeps.

But, I still see my poor boy, stuck in a blue, full leg cast (my dad said it’s not a cast, just a Cat Boy leg – any other PJ Masks parents out there?) and not able to walk for 4 weeks. It could be worse. And I’m thankful it was a relatively minor fracture that should be completely healed in 4 weeks.

Mother Mary, pray for us.

I needed to be with Vinny at this time, but I think Sydney is getting jealous, especially since we have to carry Vinny around most places. Although, he has been working on his scoot and roll. And I’ve barely even seen Z these past two days he’s been with us between baseball and school and taking care of Vin. I do get to drive him to school tomorrow which I’m grateful for.

My love for all of them is unending, but my arms only can reach so far, and I feel like I’m not doing enough. So, I guess I do what I can, and I lean on my family and friends and faith.

Hail Mary, full of grace, the Lord is with you. Blessed are you among women, and blest is the fruit of your womb, Jesus. Holy Mary, mother of God, pray for us sinners now, and at the hour of our death. Amen.