When my children are with me, I say good night to each of them by lying in bed with them, chatting about their days and saying prayers. At the end, just before I get up to leave, I ask them to tell me one thing for which they are grateful. I do this because I think it’s important to encourage a habit of gratitude and because I want them to close their day on a positive note. When they were itty-bitties, I would refer to this time as me spending a minute with them before they sleep; it has since been shortened and is now simply called, by all of us, “Our Minute.”
My ex-husband has his own traditions with the girls, but they have both told me how much they miss Our Minute together at the end of the day when they are at their dad’s. I hate that I cannot be there with them every night. I miss their soft little cheeks and bubbling stories of their days. I miss holding their hands or softly stroking their hair while we recite our prayers together. I hate that the decisions that I made 2 1/2 years ago keep me from sharing Our Minute with them every single night.
My phone pinged 4 times in rapid succession, and I picked it up to discover multiple texts from my older daughter, Sabrina…
The texts contained, without preamble or explanation, her two prayers that we typically say together. Then a separate text that simply read, “Here are our prayers. I miss you sitting with me.”
Then, finally, a moment later, “P.S. I’m thankful for being able to text you.”
I was overcome by those simple, sweet messages.
Leave it to a 10-year-old, and the technology of her generation, to close the distance and space between us in an instant. She is so much smarter than me.
And I am grateful for that.