Tiny Tales Thursday...

If you've been here once or twice, you know that we follow a bedtime routine of bath, books, prayers and bed. We vary from time to time but for the most part, we follow that routine and the kids are aware of the expectations - especially during prayer time.  Landry decided that she didn't want to pay attention and instead chose to be silly and loud and got punished by Ryan.

She was mad.

She didn't want him to hug her good night.

She didn't want him to tell her good night.

She was pouting and "punishing" him in return.

But as I lay next to her singing "her song" to her, she ever-so-quietly whispered something to me.

Landry: I pwoligz 
Me: What baby?
Landry: I pawlogize
Me: You want to apologize to Daddy?
Landry: yes. 

All in a whispered voice.

And so she did.

And he of course accepted her apology, gave her hugs and kisses and she fell asleep.

And it got me wondering...

How many times do we do something in which we want to use a whispered voice to say we are sorry or wrong or scared or ashamed. We want to hush our indiscretions for the fear of admitting wrong or defeat. We don't want others to know that we messed up. Because, for some reason, being humbled is scary.

But even in a whispered voice, those "I'm sorrys" and "I made a mistake" moments can be heard to the heavens.

What a sweet lesson in humility.