Sunday, September 7, 2008

The power of prayer

My four year old's prayer began as usual, but tonight he added something new to be thankful for.

"Dear Jesus, thank you for Mommy's hair".

This is my hair-obsessed son praying. He is most happy when he is playing with my hair. When he was a toddler and in speech therapy, we had to monitor how many words he was speaking. I recall being overjoyed when he made this request at Walmart: "Mommy, I want to play with your hair." Eight words, I happily reported to the speech therapist. Now, two or so years later, he sees Mommy's hair as a gift from Jesus.

Said child is now sneaking downstairs for the third time since I put him to bed 37 minutes ago.

Thank you, Jesus, for this child.


muskydave said...

So someone else is reading your blog. I think you should whack off a buch of you hair and let the poor boy have his fill.

KIM :-) said...

HAHAHA The above comment just made me fall off my chair! ;-D