The Rosary at its most powerful

Considering my focus problems, I prayed a pretty amazing Rosary Friday.

My mind still wandered a bit here and there, but by the time I hit The Crowning of Thorns, tears were streaming down my cheeks and didn't stop until I hit the concluding prayers. Why?

My month-old son had fallen asleep on my chest. I held him while I prayed the Rosary along with Fr. Groeschel and Simonetta. As I quietly stroked his back and felt his tiny chest rise and fall against my own, I heard Father reflect on what Mary must have been thinking when she heard the soldiers ground a crown of thorns on the head of her only beloved son, the head that she stroked lovingly throughout His life.

I looked at my son's head, the soft fuzzy brown hair rising up haphazardly. I lost it. For the remaining two Mysteries, when Father mentioned Mary and her son, I thought about my son and tears continued to roll down my cheeks. It was the Rosary at its most powerful. I felt blessed to have such a moment.