We find our evening prayers are much easier to accomplish in the boys' room. This way we can place Elyas into his bed and his crib tent is zipped nice and tight, eliminating the need for someone (or several someones) to pray with their eyes wide open while Elyas performs his usual acrobatic, mountain climbing antics. He "holds hands" by placing his palm to the mesh of the crib tent on the inside while another Rutherford hand does the same on the outside.
Tonight, though, Elyas wanted nothing to do with prayers. As I was coaching him along with "Thank you for daddy. Thank you for mommy . . ." his usual parroting fell by the wayside and he simply cried: "More milk! More milk! More milk . . ." while pathetically rolling around in his bed.
Sensing this was a loosing battle on my end, I waved the white flag by simply skipping to the end and saying: "Thank you most of all for Jesus."
Elyas immediately ceased his whining and sweetly said: "Amen."
And so tonight I have learned that self-control for the almost-two-year-old is not quite the missing link he would have us believe.
Sleep tight, Sir Elyas. We're on to you now.
Tonight, though, Elyas wanted nothing to do with prayers. As I was coaching him along with "Thank you for daddy. Thank you for mommy . . ." his usual parroting fell by the wayside and he simply cried: "More milk! More milk! More milk . . ." while pathetically rolling around in his bed.
Sensing this was a loosing battle on my end, I waved the white flag by simply skipping to the end and saying: "Thank you most of all for Jesus."
Elyas immediately ceased his whining and sweetly said: "Amen."
And so tonight I have learned that self-control for the almost-two-year-old is not quite the missing link he would have us believe.
Sleep tight, Sir Elyas. We're on to you now.
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