This afternoon I went over to the Haymore's to babysit for my sister. As I was getting dinner on, the boys were deciding which one would be saying the prayer. Garrett (2) and Benjamin (4) were discussing who said what for which previous meal. Benjamin whipped around to look at me. "Did you say your prayer for lunch today Aunt Teesa? I did. And did you say your prayer for breakfast? Cuz I did too?" he stated proudly. I was touched to see his familiarity with prayer and responded, "Yes." Then I stopped. I thought for a moment. I was wrong.
As a single young adult I don't really eat breakfast or dinner. I simply pop in snacks throughout the day when I feel like it. I do eat lunch but that meal is snarfed down in the faculty room among the other teachers. Needless to say, I don't really pray before eating my lunch. I was wrong. My response quickly changed to a 'No, but I will now.'
I am grateful for little boys that remind me in simple ways what is important in life. Benjamin, I will do better at saying my prayers.
Here is my favorite picture of the boys.
We were playing F.B.I. agents and this was their 'tough-guy' pose.
