Tonight I suggested to HE we reinstitute our plan to have a family prayer moment before each meal for which we are gathered together. When Maisie was very young, even before she was born, we had started to read from Earth Prayers before each meal. We felt it important to instill in her a sense of gratitude and reverence for something larger and more mysterious than any of us can comprehend. We are not religious in any identified sense...yet the desire for tradition and ritual run deep. We are not Godless, but rather define our God personally and intimately; not literally and fundamentally. It is the Creator, Holy One, Goddess, God, Great Spirit...a field of infinite possibilities...kind of a lot for a toddler to take in, but we want her to have some foundation to build from as she grows. So we start here.
Of course this did come on the heels of her pouring a cup of water into a plate of hotdogs, coleslaw, baked beans and sweet potato fries with lots of dip, aka, ketchup. This as all chased by applesauce and veggie yogurt with a fruit and fiber bar.
HE questioned whether I thought prayer would improve her table manners. Decidedly, it did not.
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