The Priesthood

A while ago, Chet learned that none of the young men, but one, was saying regular personal prayers. It really bothered him. Then he thought, well, I don't help my boys say their own prayers. It's usually us yelling a lot for them to just go to bed. So, Chet started going to each boys bed and kneeling with them individually and "helping" them say their prayers. We are kinda picky about prayers. I think just being in the habit is great. But, we want a little thought as well. When the kids are rocking back and forth with their eyes wide open, and seem completely disconnected from what they are saying, it makes us mad. We tell them to be respectful while talking to Heavenly Father. So, here we are about a year after learning of the lack of young men praying. By bedtime, I am sooooooo tired of being mom. But, thankfully for my amazing husband, we have 5 boys who I believe are in the habit of saying their own prayers every night. If we forget, they will remind us. And better yet, they are very good prayers. They put thought into them. They really think about what they are saying. So... Chet was gone at young mens during our family prayer which I said. I thanked Heavenly Father for an amazing man that held and honored his preisthood, and fulfilled his callings, while we were safe and protected at home.  I don't know if that's what sparked Cael's prayer, but he had a pretty cute one that night. "Thank you that Colby and Me and brothers can hold the priesthood, and that my mom can make wonderful breakfasts." Rock on!!! Love that kid. Not thank you that my mom can make wonderful breakfasts, but it was like we hold the preisthood and she cooks. It was awesome! Love him to pieces!!!