Al Mohler’s blog this week reminded me that as a parent silence can be golden. Too often I find myself wanting to fill every waking hour of my children’s lives with activity. We get ourselves on schedules, keep those schedules, and then feel we have accomplished something. But I find that the times that I walk by my boy’s room and my 3 year old is sitting on the floor looking through a book – just looking through it – give me a great sense of peace. Those are the moments where he is doing his own imagining or thinking his own narrative to the book.
We say The Lord’s Prayer each night at the close of family worship. A few weeks back, Callum – our 3-year old – didn’t speak the words (which he knows by rote). I said to him, “you didn’t say the prayer”. He said to me, “Daddy, I was saying it behind my eyes.” Precious silence indeed.
