small pieces of joy

pieces of joy in each day

child’s prayer

small thing: a child’s prayer

A few days ago I was video chatting with a friend when I asked George to sing his best friend, Monkey, to sleep. Because I have to show my friend his adorable singing of ‘Edelweiss’.

To my surprise, something else came out.

Hail Mary, full of grace, the lord is with thee.

Blessed art thou among women, and blessed is the fruit of thy womb, Jesus.

Holy Mary, Mother of God,

pray for us sinners, now and at the hour of our death, Amen.

I’m speechless as he is reciting this prayer, in toddler speak of course. I’ve never heard him say it before! As I’m wondering about how he learned it, he continues.

Great Grandpa Kennedy, Grandpa Kennedy, Pray for us.

Pray for MeMa and Uncle Leon get better ’cause they are sick.


I could barely breathe. My sweet, loving, amazing husband has been secretly teaching my son to pray. And I was able to see the beauty of it revealed before my eyes.

Now instead of singing a song before bed, he wants to say his prayers. And he wants to teach that to his best friend, Monkey, too.

I guess I didn’t realize how much my little man would teach me. IMG_1816


our lady of sorrows


It is less than a week away from the anniversary of the night Dad passed away. This month has been an emotional roller-coaster, from positive memories to saddening realizations. I only can say “Last year at this time Dad was…” for a few more days. And that is hard to swallow.

Today is the Memorial of Our Lady of Sorrows. It is a day to remember the many sorrows of Mary throughout her life with Jesus.

I have often thought of Mary in the past few years, remembering that she knows suffering. She knows pain. And she endured it with tears. Just like me. She also was able to experience joy because she knew her son had gone Home.

Without the cross there is no resurrection.

Saint John Paul II said, “She continues to be the loving consoler in the many physical and moral sufferings that afflict and torment humanity. She knows our sorrows well, because she too suffered from the time of Bethlehem until Calvary. From Jesus on the Cross she has the specific mission only and always to love us in order to save us. Mary consoles us above all by pointing out to us Christ Crucified and paradise. 

O Consoling Mother, comfort us all, make us understand that the secret of happiness lies in goodness and in always faithfully following your Son Jesus.”

So today as I reflect on Mary, my Heavenly Mother, having suffered too, I feel a little less alone and more aware of love and joy to be found through the pain and tears.