A priest friend asked me with great sarcasm, truly on the attack, whether or not I had said my rosary that day. I said that I had said two rosaries that day. Skeptical, he asked what that meant. “The joyful and sorrowful mysteries so far,” I said. “So,” he responded, you haven’t even said one Rosary today, just two thirds of one Rosary?” “That’s right,” I said. “Did our Lady of Fatima say to recite the Rosary? Yes, she did,” he said, answering his own question, then continuing: “Did she ever say to say a third of the Rosary, to anyone, ever? No, she did not. Not ever. A Rosary is 15 decades, the joyful, sorrowful and glorious mysteries.”
But I also mentioned this exchange with some other priests at the retreat. One, who leads pilgrimages over to Fatima said that what the attack priest said was actually not true, that, in Portuguese our Lady said “terço” (meaning “a third”). Apparently, the Portuguese never say “Rosary” but simply say “a third.”
Meanwhile, I’ve fallen totally in love with saying at least a full Rosary, perhaps two, and more, which has immediately brought me stunning, jaw dropping… invitations to enter into the mysteries presently. More on that later. But this is one of those things you can’t just explain. Pray. Pray the Rosary. I get it now.
I now often think of the angel reprimanding the children: “What are you doing? You must pray! Pray!”
I stand rightly reprimanded. I get the reprimand now.
I often think of what our Lady said about Francisco’s chances of going to heaven: “When Lucia asked if Francisco would go to heaven too, Our Lady said, “Yes, but first he must say many Rosaries.” Learning this, Francisco cried out excitedly: “Oh, Our Lady, I will say all the Rosaries you wish!”
I totally get that enthusiasm of his. But there’s quite the difference between little Francisco and wretched me. I don’t there is enough time in all the world for all the Rosaries I should be praying, but I’m hoping the little I can do will be like a flower for the Immaculate Conception. We gotta have hope, right?
My weapon of choice:
ARISE! LET US BE GOING! 
Thank you for the reminder! I started my Rosary this morning and got really side-tracked by selfishness. Now to do my Rosary.
I remember my mother using those words “my Rosary.”
Thanks mom, for teaching me my first prayers!
It’s my weapon of choice also.
I pray 20 decades daily. It can be done.
I completely agree, Magdalene! And easily, too, once one shuts out the noise of the world.