Every night The Hubby, Baby Girl, and I say a prayer before Baby Girl goes to bed. It's pretty informal and we all trade off thanking God for things or asking for help or we even ask God for forgiveness. Baby Girl typically says that she can't think of anything, which leads to a bit of a lecture from us about how important it is to be grateful for the things that make us happy. We make her come up with at least one thing to thank God for and after much prodding from us, she'll say something (usually something that we've prompted her with, like, "Did it make you happy to make cookies with mommy today?"). I'm hoping someday this will all click and she will start to come up with things on her own.
This morning I realized that the things we've been saying have actually sunken in, at least a little.
We were in the car on the way to the sitter in driving, freezing rain. I was having a hard time seeing and the car was fairly quiet. Baby Girl had been complaining that she couldn't see out her window because it was foggy, when she realized that she could just rub the window with her hand and be able to see out of it. She enjoyed doing that each time it would fog up.
A few minutes later, I heard her little voice: "Thank you God, for making it rain today so that I can wipe off the fog."
Such a sweet, little thing for her to say thank you for, but I love that she felt driven to say something right then, without any prompting from us.
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