This week has been awful. Really awful. One not-so-sweet daughter spent a considerable amount of time in her room screaming. On 2 separate days. And I'm talking full out screaming. Her 2 younger sisters also did a lot of crying. Some of it for no apparent reason. The teasing was incessant as well. The kids just kept picking on each other. And they kept picking on me. I really felt like I was being pecked to death by chickens! I don't know if it is the move catching up with us, or Dan's trip to Utah, or all the fast food we ate while Dan was in Utah, or if it was this:
But I digress. It was a rough week for everyone. Okay, maybe not Dan. I think he had a great week. I did not though. I was grumpy and cranky and starting to lose it by the time the weekend arrived. All that fighting and crying and demanding and neediness was wearing me out. And Friday is Delaney's day to say the prayer. When I asked her to say the prayer, she said no. Normally, I'd say tough noogies, say the prayer, but I wondered if there was some underlying reason she was so grumpy and I said a little prayer that I could be a more helpful and understanding mother. And then, a most surprising thing came out of my mouth.
Again, normally I would just tell her to say the prayer, or I would just do it myself, but that evening, I looked into Delaney's eyes and told her that we pray to talk to Heavenly Father and that he loves to hear from us. That when Daddy is away from us, he loves to hear us on the phone. Heavenly Father is also our Father and he also loves to hear from us. Just like we talk on the phone to Daddy, we pray to Heavenly Father and that's how we talk to Him. He loves it when we tell him about our day and he loves to hear from Delaney. Delaney looked at me and said, "okay", and folded her arms. When I started to help her with her prayer, she held up her little hand, shook her head emphatically, and said, "No, I do it myself!" and she did! She gave the sweetest, most loving prayer, and she did it all by herself! It really was a little girl speaking to her Heavenly Father. It was so touching and melted my heart.
I think how I could have missed that moment, and Delaney would have missed that opportunity too. I am so glad I didn't hurry her in getting the prayer said. It was a tender moment in an otherwise crazy week.