Out of the Mouths of Babes

While sitting down to lunch one day I was starving so I quickly began to eat my soup. I heard a sweet little voice say, "prayer mommy, prayer." I looked at my little boy who had his arms folded and was anxiously waiting for me to say the blessing over our food. At that moment I felt such complete joy and love for my little Easton who reminded me of how important my example is to him. Even though I often think he is not paying attention to anything I say or do, I realized he does notice and he is learning. That simple phrase, spoken from the mouth of a two year-old, motivates me to continue to try strive to be a better mother everyday. It's moments such as these that make the challenges of motherhood so very worth it.