Last night an hour after bedtime, the Computer Guy and I heard the sound of voices from upstairs. At least two of the boys were not asleep. After a quick game of "not me!", it was decided that I should be the lucky one to go put them back to bed. ( I'm not a fan of that. The stairs are steep. There are a lot of them. It's dark at night. There are vampires in the dark. The usual complaints.) As I got to the top of the stairs, I could see a light on in the bedroom of #'s 2 and 6.
"I'm going to kill them," their loving mother muttered. "Why can't they just go to sleep like normal people?"
I felt myself getting more irritated the closer I got to their room. #6 is only 2. What was his brother thinking to be playing with him so late? He's not so fun on too little sleep.
I adjusted my face into the mommy "I'm not happy and you might die" scowl and opened their door.
There in front of me were both of my sons curled up under the covers of the elder one's bed. The two year old was holding a rosary in his chubby hands and repeating the words of his brother. "...lead all souls to Heaven, especially those in most need of thy Mercy," he said in his sweet little boy voice.
"What's going on guys?" their humbled mother asked.
#2 looked a bit embarrassed to be caught breaking rules and answered, "He was scared of the rain and lightning, so we're praying the rosary, but I can't remember the 5th sorrowful mystery."
"Crucifixion."
"I thought so. Is it okay if we finish before we turn out the lights?"
I told him yes and closed the door behind me.
We're pretty strict at enforcing bedtimes, but praying with your little brother? Yeah. You don't get in trouble for that.
12 comments:
Can you come raise my kids?? I really want that to happen in my home one day :) :)
AWwwww. How wonderful! Also, I love your attitude before you knew what was going on. :)
What a great example!!!!! Both of faith and of listening before deciding how to respond.
I love how children get the power of prayer as a comfort in time of fear.
Oh my gosh, best story ever!!
Beautiful!
awesome.... really, REALLY awesome :)
What a caring, loving older brother.
How sweet! What amazing kids you are raising!
Ahh! So sweet.
Can you teach me your "I'm not happy and you might die" scowl? My Sunday School lesson including things like praying if you are scared of thunder and lightening was slightly derailed by a bunch of 4 year old boys who had discovered the word "poopy head."
Now that is pretty awesome!
love this. thank you for sharing the beauty!
The other week I walked in my five-year-old who appeared to be goofing off instead of cleaning up.
"What are you supposed to be doing?" I asked. We have a standard dialogue for this.
"Cweaning."
"What are you doing instead?"
"Pwaying."
So I punished her. THEN, only AFTER I had punished, elder sister comes to me and says, "She wasn't pLaying, she was pRaying."
Yeah, that was a real highlight in my list of things I've had to apologize for.
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