A few weeks ago, I arrived to pick up my older son from his preschool at our parish school. His teacher asked me to come in and I knew he was in trouble.
"Mrs. Giglio, Billy will not sit still during prayer time. He refuses to fold his hands and pray with the rest of the class."
Will someone please make this floor swallow me and my non-praying son?
This would not be so bad if I weren't charged with the religious education of 600 kids every week. But since I am, I was mortified. Totally embarrassed.
Just when I was starting to feel really good about me. Thanks Lord for humbling me.
BTW: Billy's prayer at home and at school has been much better since we had the sit-down with Daddy. ;)