This morning, Miles started to whine just as we were getting ready for family prayer. I hurried down the hall to change his poopy diaper while Tony gathered Cole and Rachel in the family room.
Quietly I tiptoed back into the kitchen so as to not disrupt the prayer in progress. As if on cue, Cole began to pray for me.
"Thank you that mom can stay home with us. Please bless her that she will have the strength and energy she needs to take care of our family. Please bless her to have patience with Miles when he is a pain. And Heavenly Father, please bless Miles to sleep through the night."
Just a few simple phrases uttered in quiet prayer, gentle pleas with the Father to watch over me. My spirit was immediately buoyed by this kind consideration from my 11 year old. My work here matters. My family is mindful of me.
And then I wondered, do my children feel this same strength when they hear me pray for them? This quiet moment this morning brought clarity and an assurance that indeed my prayers are significant, and offer my children a unique sense of comfort and support. In all of the hustle and bustle of the morning rush, the pancake turning and lunch packing, I realize that the best thing I can do for my children each day is to humbly supplicate my Father on their behalf.
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4 comments:
You have wonderful kids, and you are one great mom!!
I loved Cole's talk in Primary Sunday. He is such a cute boy. You have every right to be a proud mama!!!!!
i love a childs prayer...it is so sweet and truthful, I love that Cole thinks of everything you need in your day and prays for it..what a sweet boy
um. i already left a clever comment here yesterday. where is it?
now i can't remember what i said. i guess i'll reread.
oh yes: do you really make pancakes for breakfast on school days???
(only it was more clever than that the first time around. yesterday.)
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