Daily, I am seeing even more, what makes you so precious my Little Miss Lydia!
This morning was a very hard one for you. It is typical for you to rise in the morning and complain that "Maya woke me up!" as you stretch your hands high above your head, rub your weary sleep eyes, and pout ever so sadly. My heart aches for you, every morning, as I state, "I know honey, she woke me up too!"
This morning was harder for you.
Upon walking out of your room, your desires, unknown to me, were not being met, and the fatigue of Maya waking you was quickly taking the best of you. You threw yourself on the floor and squealed in anger because you were not being heard as you needed to be. I placed you in your room for some quiet time to reflect and gather yourself. You quieted rather quickly , and to my surprise, exited the room, took me by the hand and said, "No Maya, don't come in, I need to talk to Mommy!"
I entered, expecting to have a "I'm tired" conversation.
Nope!
You sat on your bed and asked me to sit beside you. I did.
You then took my arm, as you wrapped your tiny arm through my elbow in true princess fashion, leaned your delicate head against my shoulder and began to pray,
"Heavenly Father, I am grateful for Mommy. I am grateful for this day. In the name of Jesus Christ, Amen."
I found myself in the moment of motherhood where all of my past efforts flashed before my eyes. Lydia is a daughter of prayer. She finds comfort in prayers before every Sunday Primary class...when I leave her side to be taught about Jesus; she requests that we pray together before class each time. She has listened to me state, "Heavenly Father, I am so grateful for Miss Lydia, for the beautiful daughter she is to me and thee...." and then the praise of adoration goes on!
The truest form of nobility is gained by following noble examples.
I wish daily I was more true in my trust with God, but I am grateful that the small things I have done, teach my daughter who she is...and always will be!
