My Tears Stopped

My two year old has been very 2 lately.  He's challenged me on everything.  Like EVERYTHING.   For example.  While giving him a bath today I moved the shower curtain to partially close it because he was playing and splashing.  And oh my-lanta you would of thought I flushed his favorite toy down the toilet or something.  The fit that commenced was wretched.   Yesterday while laying him down for his nap?  "Mama....I the boss of you."  "No buddy you're not.  I love you, but you're not the boss."  "YES I AM THE BOSS!!! I AM THE BOSS OF YOU!!!!!!!" Sigh.

This is my life.

But I had another moment with him the other day that kinda melted my heart though I have to explain a little bit first.

I've been feeling challenged on my prayer life lately.  You know when you say you'll pray for someone and you say like a 30 second prayer for them and forget about it after that?  Ok, maybe no one else knows the feeling but I do and I've been feeling really convicted about it.  I really want to be a friend that can be counted on to actually pray for people that need prayer. At the beginning of this week when I was feeling most convicted I decided to program reminders into my phone for all of the different things I need to pray for.  The basics like my kids, my family, my ongoing court situation with my ex husband, and then the specific friend situations that I had said I would pray for - marriages, physical healing and so on.

At 9:00 every day a reminder goes off for me to pray for my kids and I've been doing it.

For the last week Tristen has been having a really rough time with daycare.  His regular pre-school teacher is on vacation for two weeks and so he has had subs every day.  Normally he run's into pre-school excited for his day.  When I've dropped him off in the mornings on the way to work this past week he has cried and clung to me because she wasn't there for him.  Totally breaks my heart as I HATE that my kids have to be in daycare anyways (though our daycare is wonderful) and it's just extra hard hearing him cry when I leave him.

The other day I was playing with Tristen in his room.  We were sitting with some trains and talking about them when out of no where he said "Mama, do you pray for me?"
"Well yeah buddy, I pray for you every day.  I prayed for you this morning when I dropped you off too because I knew you were sad."    He sighed a little toddler sigh.  "Mama.  My tears stopped." "What do you mean bud?" I asked.  "I was sad and you prayed then my tears stopped."  We went back to playing trains together and I melted inside a little.   I love his sweet little heart, fits and all, that knows deep inside the power of prayer.  He is such a precious gift.