In the last couple of days I've overheard some comments I needed to write down.
Saturday, K was running up and down the driveway as fast as her legs would carry her. After a few minutes she said, "Mama! I am so tired. My legs have run out of runnin'."
This morning, K picked up a toy man and said "What does man start with?"
When I told her 'm' she started singing the alphabet. She got all the way to the end and scrunched up her face saying, "I can't find the M in the ABCs. "
I was packing lunches and only partially listening to her first attempt, so I encouraged her to try again.
Just as I suspected..."G H I J K el-em-in-oh P"
She was astonished. "You found the M in my ABCs!"
Last week R was reprimanded at school for being too rough with his siblings. At home I asked him why he was tackling his brother and laying on him while he screamed. His response?
"But, Mama, I am a baseball playa and it was a home run. I weely had to be safe."
Oh, that explains it.
P is my quiet reflective little guy, but his comment Saturday stunned me. From the backseat I hear his little voice, out of the blue. "God, you are holy."
"What did you say, doodle?"
"God is holy."
He was resolute and stated it as a fact. There was no hint of a question mark at the end. He didn't even ask me what it meant.
"Do you know what holy means, buddy?"
This led to a neat little conversation in 3 year old terms. Several times that afternoon he stopped what he was doing, looked up to the sky and said, "God, you are holy." K even repeated him a few times.
I cannot tell you what that did to my heart. Proof again that praise music in the car (This Passion CD is my current favorite) is being heard by little ears.
I am constantly reminded that they are listening to EVERYTHING (good and bad) in their environment, processing it and it is taking root in their hearts. Oh, how we must be on our toes!!