As a mom of a toddler, my days can feel hectic. Trying to keep up with my not so little guy wears me out sometimes, whether it’s chasing him around the house when it’s time for a diaper, pulling him off the coffee table he insists on climbing, or explaining that we can’t go outside when there is rain and 50 mph winds during a storm, no matter how insistent he is that he wants to play outside.
To be honest, I am bad about remembering to pray during the day since becoming a parent. Luckily, my son reminds me.
Sometimes it’s a morning after he had a bad night of sleep, and I put him in his booster seat as I sleepily get his breakfast on the table, and he looks up at me expectantly with folded hands.
He reminds me I’m never too tired to thank God for being able to start the day with this little boy and for the food we have for breakfast.
Sometimes it’s in the morning when we are reading stories and he hands me his children’s Bible or his God Gave Us Christmas book, and he folds his hands when he sees the pictures of Jesus, that I am reminded to thank God for sending his Son into the world.
Sometimes it is at lunchtime when we just got home from somewhere and I’m more focused on getting a quick lunch of last night’s dinner leftovers or chicken nuggets and some fruit and veggie straws, but he gives me that same expectant look with hands folded that he gave me at breakfast. He reminds me again to thank God for the food we have.
Sometimes it’s in the afternoon when he asks the cross to be taken off the wall as he likes to parade around with it in the air like he has seen the altar servers at church do while shouting “Amen!”
I thank God for this sweet little boy who loves God and church so much.
Sometimes it’s randomly throughout the day when he kneels and giggles or bows his head like he sees people at church do.
Sometimes it’s when he decides to play being a priest and hold up a cup and plate like it is communion.
Sometimes it’s when I tell him about a family member or friend who needs prayers, and he immediately bows his head and folds his hands.
And sometimes it’s dinner time when I’m trying to get dinner on the table before Daddy gets home, and I put a snack in front of my son while I’m cooking. He folds his head again and gives me that look to remind me that yes, we should thank God for snacks before dinner, too.
At bedtime, my son knows it’s time to pray too and folds his hands again.
At the end of the day, I always have to say, thank you, Lord, for placing little children like my son in this world who teach us about loving you all day long.