Last night was a bad night. After FHE Tayson said his tummy hurt and "couldn't" read. Rather than fight him on the issue I decided that I would just read to he and Luke. So we sat on the couch and read for about a half hour and his tummy just felt worse. So while Todd took Luke downstairs and put him to bed I went into the bathroom with Tayson. He was making so much noise screaming and crying that he was going to throw up that I moved him into the bathroom in my room. BIG MISTAKE! He made it into the bathroom barely and puked EVERYWHERE! I wanted to get mad at someone but I couldn't the fault was completely mine. Had I just let him stay where he was there would have been no mess to clean up but I didn't want the girls to wake up so I moved him. I cleaned up while he took a warm bath.After round 2 he was really upset. He was laying on the floor next to the bed and he said "Mom, can you say prayers with me?" I of course obliged. Before we started he said "Mom, make sure you bless that I won't throw up again. I really don't want to." During my prayer I kept thinking of how I could say it to create a loop hole just in case the prayer didn't work and he still threw up. The last thing I wanted was him to think his prayer wasn't answered. How silly of me to think that I needed to give the Lord an out to Tayson's prayer. This morning when he woke up he said "good thing we prayed I didn't throw up again".
As I thought about him I realized that so often I don't put all my faith into my prayers. I think that maybe just maybe it won't happen. I am going to try harder to be more like Tayson and to pray with more intent and to simply believe it will happen.
