So. . . if you’re only here for the deals (I understand!) scoot on past this post to the next penny-pinched deal . . . I promise not to be offended.
There are so many things that I’ve messed up as a parent. I holler at my kids too much, tell them I’m too busy way too often, and have even been known to feed them ice cream for supper, without a single fruit or veggie in sight, one too many times. In fact, most days as I reflect on my job as a mom, I question whether or not I’m getting even a tiny ounce of it right.
But when my kiddos were just babies, I started praying with them out loud each night. Not long, elaborate, high-church prayers, but rather sit-down, bring-God-over-to-the-bedside-and-let’s-have-a-talk-kind-of-chatty prayers. Even now, when tucking them into bed each night, I thank Him for my crazy amazing kiddos – that He made them strong today, or especially courageous, or even just plain old cute. (I’ve got one right now who’s so stinkin’ cute you can hardly stand it . . . not a good thing for this pushover momma!)
If it’s a particularly rough day in our home (which happens way more often than I’d care to admit . . .), I just go on ahead and let Him know, right out loud in front of them that they’ve pushed me just a wee bit over the edge, and that mom has maybe lost it a time or two that day. I pray for their future, that God will surround them in all they do, and every single night (especially with the one that seems to struggle the most . . . ), I pray that they will know God’s love each day of their lives.
Now this might not seem like anything special, and it’s definitely nothing fancy. But what it’s done for my kids (and for me), is made it completely comfortable to pray when something bigger is going on. A few weeks ago one of my children was going to a home of someone that I didn’t know very well. While driving them to their friend’s house, we said a quick prayer for God’s protection, guidance, and wisdom for my child in any situation. It wasn’t a big surprise to them, because it’s just what we do, and they knew that their crazy momma was going to remind God again how to care for them (as if I needed to tell Him!)
Here’s the thing: my kids are getting older. They go to regular schools, walk down our regular street, and have regular friends. And as much as I’d like to (heaven knows I’d like to!), I can’t protect them all the time these days. . . gosh, that hurts to even type! So, instead, my trust must go to the One who loves them best. (Can I just tell you how crazy bad that hurts? If you’re a mom, you already know!) But my kids know all about Him, because they’ve talked to Him a time or two themselves. And no matter where they go on in this ole’ world, they’ll know that they have a momma who’s still at the bedside praying for them each night . . . even if it’s right after she feeds them ice cream for dinner.
“Jesus said, Let the little children come to me, and do not hinder them, for the kingdom of heaven belongs to such as these.” Matthew 19:14
Are you in the habit of praying with your children, and do you have any tips on getting started? I’d love to hear them!