Tuesday, February 23, 2010
In Brady’s backpack, I found a cloth wrapped rock with an attached note saying “Prayer Rock.” I disregarded it and went about my day and eventually forgot about it. That night when I was putting Brady to bed he said, “Oh wait, I need my rock!” I went downstairs to get it, gave it to him, he immediately put it on his pillow, put his head down, and then in dramatic Brady fashion screamed, “Ouch, Ouch, Ouch, oh, I need to pray.” He then crawled out of bed, sat Indian style (oops, can’t say that anymore, he sat criss-cross, applesauce), put his hands together, closed his eyes, bowed his head, and said, “Dear God, thank you for all the stuff you do. Amen!” He hopped back in bed, stood up on the foot of the bed, dropped his rock on the ground and said he needed to do that so he would step on the rock in the morning and remember to pray again. I was in awe the entire time. All of this came from the little boy I have never taught how to pray. He had learned all of this at school. This just shows whenever you don’t think children are learning or are too young, they are absorbing everything around them. Every night since then, Brady has been praying at bedtime in the same manner. I must admit though that I did add to the drill “Thank you for Mommy, Daddy, and Cash” to which Brady has even added “and Brady.” So sweet!
Funny story: Cash watches everything Brady does and thinks he’s so cool. Right after Brady gently dropped his rock on the ground in the same fashion as a golfer would “drop” his ball, Cash quickly grabbed the rock while Brady was praying with his eyes closed and eagerly stood on top of Brady’s bed and chunked it across the room.
