"You Prayed We'd Be Safe??"

We rotate saying prayers each morning. It was my turn today. I prayed that my kids would be safe from harm and that they would always protect and take care of each other. We all said "Amen" and they were out the door to catch the bus.

I began blow drying my hair when I heard someone struggling to open my front door. It was Mackay and Hayden (Kenz had left earlier). Mackay was trying to open the door while CARRYING Hayden.

Hayden had blood on his knee, hand, and dripping from his elbow. He was crying so Mackay explained that Hayden had tripped and fallen on the "hard part of the sidewalk" (as opposed to the soft side???). I began cleaning and bandaging Hayden's wounds as fast as I could (the bus hadn't come yet and I had errands to run...I am the worst mom). As I calmed Hayden, I noticed Mackay in his own world... he was shaking his head and blinking back tears.

Me: "Mackay, are YOU okay?"
Mackay: "Mom, you prayed we'd be safe???"
Me: "I also prayed that you would take care of each other."

He nodded, tried to smile, and then tried to wash Hayden's blood off of his shirt. The faith of a child.... I kissed them both. Thanked Mackay for "taking care of his brother" and told them to walk fast, not run, to the bus stop. (Phew... they made it.)