Faith of a Child

This evening, Gabe had gone to work and I was working on my "Chocolate Cupcake" wall. (painting) The girls were playing together with Pinkie Pie (talking, singing, dancing My Little Pony).

Suddenly I hear a ferocious exchange, and Kiera start to cry. Long story short, Kiera had pushed a button, changing the program, and Melia was furious and pinched her cheeks- hard. This discussion had occurred earlier today- that if we fight over toys, the toys go away. So Pinkie Pie went away. Both of them were absolutely devastated.

Then, they walk into the dining room where I had sat my bowl of paint w/ the brush balancing on top. I follow them in, finding Melia playing with the brush (absent-mindedly, of course...) This conversation also had already occurred today- nobody touches the paint. Ever. So, we got swats on our hands. (I was starting to get a little worked up here....)

Now, Melia is a pretty good fit thrower, mostly because she has a difficult time settling herself down. And she was getting worked up too, so I helped her to bed, and warned that if she started a fit, she would get a spanking. By this point, I was expecting to here thumps and bangs as she worked herself up.

Kiera and I returned to painting, and after only maybe 2 minutes, Melia came out quietly with a completely different attitude. She said that she had prayed that God would help her to be good and obey Mommy. I was slightly, well, dumbstruck. And guilty. On her own, she had prayed for help from her Father, and He had blessed her with quick assistance. And she knew it. Then, she proceeded to tell me that she had also prayed that she would be able to help her friends be nice to her sister, because sometimes they aren't. And some of them have bad attitudes. This was a blessing for me, because you know how sometimes you wonder if they are going to pick things up from different kids? Even if it's some kid they don't even know on the playground, I wonder. But Melia notices the naughty trends, and she knows that she doesn't want to be like that.

Lemme tell ya, for a 4 year old, she impresses me. Especially when she remembers to pray, and I don't....