The divine Miss O. was my date for my work party on Tuesday night, and I must say she was the star of the show when she offered to say the blessing on the food. You know how it can be just slightly awkward, praying in front of your co-workers, even when everyone is the same religion? So Billie, the host of the evening, first asked if his little girl wanted to pray, but she turned him down flat. Then Olivia piped right up and offered to do it. I had to wonder a bit, how this was going to turn out, if she would hold us all hostage while she spouted on for 15 minutes, blessing her toys and the bugs and the spoons, like she sometimes does, or if she would be tongue-tied, and not say anything, or if she would say something really embarrassing, like please bless that my brother won't hurt me anymore.
But boy, was I a proud mama when she said the most amazing blessing, with zero help from me! She did the thank-you's first, and was thankful that we could get there safe, and be together, and blessed the food to be good for us, and then blessed that she and the other girls could get back to playing with the dress up clothes after dinner. It was definitely on the Top 10 list of sweetest prayers ever offered.
And there are two really good parts here. First, I come off looking like an amazing mother. I was careful not to act shocked and surprised that she did such an amazing job. I was very nonchalant about it, as if to say, yes, as a matter of fact, we are perfect parents, and all our children are both very spiritual, and accomplished public speakers. And second, she gave my co-workers absolutely no ammo to use against me. The last thing my boss needs is more material to harass me with, and he got nothing. For once.
But boy, was I a proud mama when she said the most amazing blessing, with zero help from me! She did the thank-you's first, and was thankful that we could get there safe, and be together, and blessed the food to be good for us, and then blessed that she and the other girls could get back to playing with the dress up clothes after dinner. It was definitely on the Top 10 list of sweetest prayers ever offered.
And there are two really good parts here. First, I come off looking like an amazing mother. I was careful not to act shocked and surprised that she did such an amazing job. I was very nonchalant about it, as if to say, yes, as a matter of fact, we are perfect parents, and all our children are both very spiritual, and accomplished public speakers. And second, she gave my co-workers absolutely no ammo to use against me. The last thing my boss needs is more material to harass me with, and he got nothing. For once.
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