It is the best feeling to hear your kids in their room, snuggled together, saying their prayers together. I grew up saying Grace, Our Father and Hail Mary. I remember one Church School teacher breaking down the ‘Our Father’ so we understood what every verse meant. I still remember it…
We grow, we change, we see, we hide, we make, we break… but those things we learn will always be the same. We pray… even if it doesn’t look like praying to some.
Tonight, was Church School, I had to find a lesson to teach even though it was cold and January… ugh. I thought about Lent- but Lent begins next month. I decided to focus on Baptism, Sin, Adam and Eve… Jesus’ big day in the Jordan. We talked about Adam and Eve, how amazing they had it. They were created in the Earth of no pain, no sickness, no death, no broken, no suffering… and no shame. They were created to live in a world of amazing, perfect… and beyond. Then came the breaking of the ONE rule… we now live in a world of rules… Adam and Eve broke the only rule. They gave into the lie… that they could ‘break the rule, enjoy the fruit, not worry, nothing would happen…’. That rule solidified the future of humans… sin was born in that choice.
So… we talked about baptism, sin and more. Then we played Charades because I did a terrible job timing my lesson. But then I came home…
I came home to crazy, normal… you know. The girls got ready for bed, Lucy pre-dressed for tomorrow (and even her brushed teeth without prompting) and Meme got ready to burrow. We watched some National Geographic and then it was time. It was time for reading- reading and bed. I sat on the couch in listening distance- and heard giggles, reading…. I reminded them to do their job quietly. I then heard “Our Father… who art in heaven…” and I smiled.
I was sitting, watching a silly, addicting show after my girls hit the hay… and hearing them Pray like crazy… and I felt grateful. I felt full. Some parents have to wonder… have to question their choices. They wonder if they are doing ‘it’ all right. I am not doing it all right, but I am doing some things right… and I think that is enough. I am working hard to make good people- down to the core. They are becoming what I always hoped for- exceptionally mediocre amazing people.
We watch too much TV in the winter, we rock out to a couple PG-13 movies, we sometimes eat crappy dinner, I sometimes wake up after the bus drives by… my girls fight, they fail, they can be great friends and little terds. I let the girls enjoy screen time so I could binge watch a show. I am guilty of failing, and they are as well.
… But look at what we did right.
On a random Thursday night with no prompting, no reminding they thanked God, and brushed their teeth. They regularly help plan Best Day Evers for other children who are sick, without wanting that special experience for themselves. They have days where all they can talk about is the cranky afternoon bus driver- then later they tell me about how they stood up for a friend when others picked on his autistic brother. They are exceptionally mediocre amazing girls… just as we hoped and worked so hard to create.
I have to be honest… I am not working to make an Olympian, a Prima Ballerina, a Brain Surgeon, a Major League Baseball Player. I am totally not the mom who pushes hard for my children to be crazy involved in extra stuff. I can’t. I don’t want to. I want to see what they have to offer, who they are becoming… I want them to have time to do NOTHING and something. I love to watch them play and perform, but I am working hard to build some exceptionally mediocre amazing and FAITHFUL girls. I believe that they will be just that- and I am grateful for the little nudge and moment to remember.
Thanks to my girls for the reminder that we are on track… Thanks to The Big Guy for always poking us when we need it.