Praying for the Park

That Big One is a funny kid, You just never know what she is going to say. Thankfully we’ve yet to be out in public and embarrassed by something that came out of her mouth but I know the day will come.

The last few nights though have not been embarrassing moments, but rather those moments where as a parent you think, “awwwww isn’t she sweet?” {trust me at three, those moments are few and far between for her!}

So every night after we read, sing and rock for a few minutes,  we say our prayers. The other day I was in charge of the bedtime routine. It was the Husband’s Reserve weekend so I was flying solo. As I came to the end of the prayer, the Big One exclaimed “WAIT!” and then went on to say, “I pray that we go to the park tomorrow, I love you God, Amen.”

It was hilarious and very endearing all at the same time. Of course we tried to make it to the park the next day, but after a clothing meltdown complete with throwing a shirt against the wall and whacking the Little One with said shirt in the process, we didn’t make it to the park. {but we did go yesterday if it’s any consolation, God doesn’t have to answers prayers immediately you now. And I am in NO way implying that I am God, trust me, I don’t want that job.}

So then last night the Husband was putting the girls to bed {as he does every night during the week} and the Big One stopped the prayer again. This time she prayed “God, please let me go to pre-school.”

I guess she is a bit excited and a bit concerned. You see last time we got very excited about pre-school was back in the summer when we planned to put her in the program on Base. But of course, they cancelled the program a few weeks before it was set to begin, because of space issues. So now as we wait for the new one to get its licensure and certifications in place, I suppose I need to start praying for pre-school as well. I don’t want to disappoint her again.