Pillows and prayers

When I was small and found myself in a pickle

I would take it up with my mother.

Not the one that cooked my supper or combed my hair,

but my other mother.

The one in heaven watching over us.

My blessed mother.

I would take my rosary to bed with me

and ask her to intercede.

To watch over me.

Maybe help me with a test.

Or a situation with a friend.

Give me the grades needed to get into college. 

I can even admit, I'd beg her to make a boy fall in love with me.

It worked.

He did.

I remember thinking I'd pray a whole rosary

to feel the peace it would bring.

I'd get through maybe only half

and still feel that amazingly awesome peace.

One of the things I've hoped for as a mom

is that I'd pass my love for our mother onto my own kiddos.

So to my delight,

I came upon a rosary on the pillow of my small gal.

I imagine I know a few of the things that she's asking

for a little help with, but not certain I'm sure.

There's an overwhelming peace that comes with 

 knowing tonight I 

can spend some time praying for the intentions

of my wee one.

I'll spend some time with my blessed mother,

my pillow and rosary.