little ears

There are so many days that I feel like a big, fat parenting fail. When I feel like everything I say goes in one ear & right out the other. There are lots of moments that I think about the fact that my toddler has the attention span of a gnat so he can't possibly be paying attention to what I'm doing. {Which, by the way, is usually running around like a chicken with my head cut off.}

But lately we've had moments that have proved me wrong. Tender moments that fill my mama heart with pride. Moments when the lightbulb went off & I thought, "oh my gosh, Grayson DOES pay attention!"

Over the past week we've been talking a lot about our friends who are currently in Africa (they actually get back TODAY!) to bring home their newly adopted son, Eli. Ben & I talk about it a lot and we include G in the conversations talking about how his friend, Gray, now has a new brother. 

Last week when we were doing our normal bedtime routine Grayson stopped us before our prayer. In his toddler-tastic broken sentence form, he told us he wanted to pray for Gray, Eli, Ms. Leslianna, and Mr. Andy. He wanted to pray for his friends.

That's when it hit me. He does pay attention. He does watch us. And best of all? He's starting to get it. I know that he's only 2 and may not comprehend everything, but it really got me thinking. 

Not only do I need to pray for my boys, I need to lead by example.  Those little ears are listening and those little eyes are watching.