We often pray on our drive to school. I am now driving kids to and from school over one hour daily, so I figure praying is a good use of some of those minutes. We recite the prayer of St. Teresa, which I love. The kids have it pretty much memorized, and Henry even helps out his sisters with the final line about the soul. This delights me to no end.
May today there be peace within.
May you trust God that you are exactly where you are meant to be.
May you not forget the infinite possibilities that are born of faith.
May you use those gifts you have received, and pass on the love that has been given to you.
May you be content knowing you are a child of God.
Let this presence settle into your bones, and allow your soul the freedom to sing, dance, praise and love. It is there for each of us. Amen.
After our prayer I talked to the children about how I love them no matter what. No matter what they remember or forget. I talked about what could have made our morning go better, then said I know that someday when they are all away leading their own lives I will long for a crazy morning like this morning. I'll long to fix warm milk, change a diaper, grab a snack for my child, braid hair, tie shoes, and more. I made up a funny song about how they do naughty things that make me crazy (yet I love them dearly) to the tune of Home on the Range, and they were all laughing.
Henry is most talkative during our car rides. This morning he said, "When I grow up, I want to have childs." He also told me that he wants to get a dog, a Husky, when he is a grown up man. He's convinced that having a dog, in particular a Husky, would make his dreams come true. He imagines being pulled on a sled through our yard by his Husky. He doesn't really listen to my climate explanations. Henry also said, "I want to live with your FOREVER, even when I'm all big." I can see it now.
