There are a lot of days when the volume in our house is at an all-time high. There are times when the noise makes me want to hide in my closet, and often the crazy wrestling, fighting, and "being boys" makes me think I'm actually living in the looney bin. (Do any of you moms know what I'm talking about?)
But then there are the moments when the boys yell at me that they love me, or the times they tackle me to give me a hug. Those moments make it worth it.
The other day the boys had been fighting all morning long. They were at each others throats, fighting over toys, hitting each other, screaming - it was ugly. One of those days when I wanted to hide - or start over.
Then it got quiet for a minute. I started to worry a bit...
I heard Gabe say, "Hunter - come here buddy. We need to say a prayer. We need to pray and ask Heavenly Father to help us get along better and be good for mom. We need help to be good and Heavenly Father will help us if we say a prayer." Then my sweet 4 year old lead my cute 2 year old in a prayer - just the 2 of them. I was so glad I overheard the experience and I'm even more grateful that something we're teaching is sinking in.
2 comments:
I LOVE this story and am glad that you recorded it, to look back on later. Ya gotta love 'em, huh? Love the layout, too.
Love, Nana
kids are so smart, funny how we forget how simple some things are when we get older. love ya,
laura
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