TheMommyBlog

My children go to after school care at a Lutheran Church a couple of days a week. It’s a good program, all their friends go there because it’s so close to school, and they have dedicated Homework Time (yessss). There is also some religious instruction that includes a fifteen minute worship service every afternoon.

Sometimes, during the service, the director will ask the assembly if there is anyone who is in particular need, or who is sick, or otherwise in need of prayer.

Daphne told me that last week, Logan got up, walked to the front of the altar, and said, “My mom had a job interview, and started working, and then she lost her job after five days and now she needs a new job.” He stood on the altar and said this TWICE. Yes, two days in a row.

Not that I don’t appreciate it—I do—but GAH. I love my little boy for praying for me. I just sort of wish it hadn’t been broadcasted that I lasted five days in a job, which in retrospect I believe no one will ever fill, succeed at, or survive. It’s a little like saying, “Mom had to crawl out of the garbage compacter room from Star Wars. She only lasted five days. But the sea monster with the huge tentacles stuck it out.”