From the mouths of babes

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I have, for some time, on going banter with my 4 year old. It start by opening my arms as wide as possible and saying, “I love you this much.”

She responded, I love you to the ceiling and I said I love you to the sky… This has gone on for over many variations for many weeks. One time, I said I love you to the moon.

Tonight, I said I love you to the moon and she said, " I love you to God." This brought tears to my eyes.

What have you heard form the mouths of babes?
 
Your warm cheerful lessons about love are bearing fruit!
There is no greater teaching you can give your child than love.
 
When my nephew (who is now 24) was about a year and a half old… we showed him a photo of Pope John Paul II… and asked him… “Who is this?”.

Without missing a beat… he gleefully shouted… “POPEY” :rotfl:

P.S. He would kill me for telling all of you about this. :rolleyes:
 
At the Rite of Election in our Diocese our then 1 1/2 year old went up in my wife’s arms and blurted out papa…he grinned ear to ear and blessed her. We’ve love this. She talks and talks about Father now at 3 1/2. Children are so cute. She saw the miter and thought he too was a pope whome we call papa at home.
 
When my grandaughter was about 3 she had a sore throat and wasn’t feeling well. She asked her mother when she was going to get better and was complaining that she couldn’t play because she didn’t feel well. Her mother told her to go to her room and ask Jesus to make her better. So the child went off to her room.

About 5 minutes later she came down the stairs and her mother asked her if she had talked to Jesus. She replied “Yes I did, and He said ‘Tomorrow’”🙂
 
Mine’s not as adorable, but it’s still rather profound. I teach art to a couple of young homeschooled kids, and we made signs for the Stand for Life the diocese did on Pro-Life Sunday. They’ve already been introduced to what abortion is - the boy’s eight, and the girl’s five - and while we were talking a bit about it, the boy couldn’t help but say just how angry it makes him that this sort of thing happens. It’s amazing how much kids can understand about the world; we don’t give them enough credit.
 
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When my grandaughter was about 3 she had a sore throat and wasn’t feeling well. She asked her mother when she was going to get better and was complaining that she couldn’t play because she didn’t feel well. Her mother told her to go to her room and ask Jesus to make her better. So the child went off to her room.

About 5 minutes later she came down the stairs and her mother asked her if she had talked to Jesus. She replied “Yes I did, and He said ‘Tomorrow’”🙂
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So…was she better “tomorrow”? 🙂
 
While I was staying at my folks (they were taking care of me while DH was out of town. I had a DVT & on strict bedrest), my 3 yr. old niece, Carolynn, was staying with them as well.

She’d come in to my room to visit and then go downstairs to play with grandpa. Anyway, she had a smiley face cookie and broke it in half and gave me a piece. I thanked her for sharing it w/me.

Then she went up to my bum leg and kissed it, telling me that she’d make it all better. My heart just melted. I told her that I’d let her know when I was able to come to her home and play with her.

Weeks go by and she’d ask my sister every day if aunt lisa was better already. She tried to explain to Carolynn that aunt lisa’s boo boo will take some time to heal and that the doctors were doing everything they could to make the leg better.

After 3 months, I finally got the good news that the clot was totally gone. I cld Carolynn on the phone and informed her that her kiss made me all better. I heard her yell to my sister, “See mommy, I told you my kiss would work!!”

Last yr. when I wasn’t feel well due to my Crohn’s, she came up to me and kissed my stomach and told me that she’d make it all better. Oh how I wish it would…I gave her a big hug and kiss and told her it already did. 🙂 🙂
 
When my oldest was about four, he was learning how to tell time. My ILs came to watch him while we went to the hospital for his baby brother’s birth.

My FIL was sitting with DS at the table and pointed to the clock and asked DS, “Can you tell me the time?” DS said, “I don’t know, Granddad, it changes every minute!”
My second son (4) is named after King Josiah in the Bible. On his name day, we had a cake and were talking about how he was named after a great king in the Bible. J got a panicky look on his face and said, “But I’m not a king, Mommy, I’m a little boy.”

“I know, sweetie, but you were named after–”

“And I can’t be a king right now, I’m just a LITTLE BOY!”

“Well, King Josiah was a very good man and loved God. Do you think you can do that?”

after thinking quietly “Yes, that I can do. But i can’t be a king. I live in America.”
Our third son is a challenge sometimes, and defiant. We have taken to calling him a little booger. He’s 2 now and just starting to talk. One morning I went up to fold some laundry, and I opened his door so he knew he could get out of bed–it had been a rough night with him waking three times and banging on the door. He trotted into our bedroom to find me and waved and said, “Hi Mama! I a booger!”

😃
 
Maranatha said:
Tonight, I said I love you to the moon and she said, " I love you to God." This brought tears to my eyes.
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It brought tears to MY eyes too!!! It’s stuff like this that reminds us of why we had kids in the first place…and sometimes we NEED that reminder!!! 😃
 
My youngest and I used to have a routine. I’d say, “I love you.”
He’d say, “I love you, too.”
I’d say, “I love you three.”
He’d say “I love you four.”
I’d say “I love you five…hundred.”
He’d say “I love you a thousand.”
Sometimes this could get quite long before he’d finish the contest by saying “I love you a million. Now that’s enough!”😃

He’s also the one who was in the hospital after an emergency appendectomy when he was about six. They had removed the IV from his arm, but still had some antibiotics to give intravenously. The first time they administered it, he realized how much that stings. He knew they still had one more dose to administer, and was not looking forward to it. I tried to calm him down by suggesting that he ask his guardian angel to help him through the ordeal.

I hoped he would relax enough to sleep through it, but he was wide awake when the nurse came in with the syringe. He absolutely refused the treatment and exclaimed loudly and emphatically that “The angels will make me better!”

The lovely nurse agreed with him, but said that she was going to help the angels with the medicine, but he was really traumatized with the idea of having that stuff injected again. She called the doctor at 10:00 at night to tell him what was happening and he told her that they could skip that last dose.

My little boy was so happy that the angels had done just what he asked! They made him all better so that he didn’t need any more medicine.👍
 
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