What I Did Right This Week: Prayed For My Kids

This week I prayed for my kids. I love the little buggers even though they mostly drive me nuts. But I often look at them and am in awe of their amazingness. The more they grow up, the more I’m impressed with what they’ve learned, who they’re becoming, and how responsible and kind they are.

prayed for my kids

They’ll be the death of me with their antics, but I love them more than life itself. Therefore I want them never to suffer. Ever. At all. But that’s impossible.

So I prayed for my kids.

prayed for my kids

There’s a lot of suffering in this world, and even if you live a seemingly charmed life, you will have your share of illness, trials, personal demons, battles, and sorrow. It’s simply unavoidable.

I want to eliminate their misery.

When it comes to other trials in life, I wish I could take it all upon myself for my kids so they don’t have to endure any of it. It breaks my heart when their hearts break and there’s nothing I can do about it.

There’s not much I can do.

I can show empathy. I can offer possible solutions. I can provide a hot meal. But I can’t remove all pain and suffering from their lives.

I even add to their suffering.

According to my kids, I add to their misery by being strict, giving them chores, and doling out consequences and corrections. But I’m really just trying to prevent further misery by raising competent adults.

The best thing I can do is pray for them.

This week I did that. Fervently. You’d think, as a mon, that I’d do this every single day of my kids’ lives, but I’ll be completely honest, I don’t. I’m a devoutly religious person, but I often forget to pray, or am so overwhelmed with daily life that the only prayer I can muster is a feeble, “God, just help me, OK?” But this week I was pondering my incredible kids and the things they go through (kid life ain’t easy!) and I prayed. Hard.

I prayed to God.

I prayed that they would have peace and comfort and happiness and perspective. I prayed that they’d make it through this life OK. I prayed that they’d know how much they were loved by me and by Him. I prayed for myself to be able to be the mom they needed. And I felt peace.

I hope they could feel it too.

The Mom Gene
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