I always felt left slightly behind the barn when it came to the extravagant 1950’s Marian devotions, complete with their very own Immaculate Conception infallible declaration.  The common and ubiquitous hymns were sappy, the May crownings were usually a contest between which moms could pay which florist the most, rosaries were often acquired for greed, not prayer, and the Sorrowful Mysteries of the rosary were so brutal for a child to contemplate.  I didn't get the attraction, period. God was God, Jesus was Jesus, Mary was...just Mary.  Years later, after Vat II opened our consciousness, a beloved priest friend said it's not unusual for children to be inherently attracted to the "sacred person/figure" of the parent they prefer and are most compatible with.  To this day, the "Pieta" is the sole Marian image I relate to, not surprising since I've buried sons.

Nothing important here, just passing along what I found to be a valuable thought in the midst of near-universal Mary worship.