Out of the Mouth of my "babe"

On Sunday morning I was in the kitchen doing some baking for our Ward activity, "Break the Fast", after Church. I was in my dress and ready for the day because Sunday goes much better if I am ready first thing. I don't know if Braxton, at 3 years of age, was feeling the spirit of the sabbath day, or if he saw the picture of the Savior on the shelf in the living room and it sparked his thoughts, but he said, in a sort of whiney, disturbed tone of voice, "I just want to talk to Jesus. When is he going to come?" It was obviously one of those tender, melt your heart moments for a mother. I'm so glad he feels that bond to his elder brother. Maybe he really is catching the messages at Church and from our scripture and Family Night (4 minute) discussions.

A couple weeks ago, there was a talk in Sacrament meeting that touched my soul immensely. The speaker shared the importance of teaching our children to have an understanding of the principles of the gospel. That concept had never really been brought to my attention or stirred such thoughts in my mind before as it did that day and I truly felt enlightened.

side note: I'm so glad I was able to catch the message, as that is not always a possibility with the little guys who sit next to me on the bench. Many of you can relate.

Anyway, maybe this would be considered my most current desire (as I have a list of several desires as a parent, after completing an awesome Basic Parenting course by Kara Sanft), to help my children to understand the principles of the gospel that are plain and perfect and will lead them to happiness in this life and ultimate joy in the next.

Back to Braxton's desire to talk to Jesus, I did remind him that when he prays that's a special time he can "talk to Jesus and Heavenly Father". He said he wanted to tell them that he can wide his bike. So, at that moment he climbed up to the kitchen table and proceeded to offer a prayer, vocally and thanked Heavenly Father for the day and that he can "wide his bike". When he finished, he had a big grin and a little giggly said, "they can hear me". I think, in his 3 year-old way, he is beginning to understand the principle of faith in a Heavenly Father who hears our prayers.......it's a continuing process, for sure. I truly treasure my calling as a mother.