When You Aren’t Very Big, You Can Pray

Michael’s dad worked a lot. His job took him far away. Michael was not sure what he did; he was only four and didn’t really understand. His mommy did not have a job. She stayed home and took care of him, his brother, and sister. Michael was not old enough to go to school, so he stayed at home with mommy.

 

After Chris and Sara got home from school, they would help mommy. They would put away laundry mommy had washed. Chris took out the trash. Sara helped set the table for dinner. Michael did not do much of anything. He wanted to help, but he was little.

 

One day, he decided to help his mommy do something. He tried to help with laundry, but he was too short to reach the washer, and the clothes were too hot to take out of the dryer. The trash can was almost as tall as he was, and the bag was too heavy for him to carry. He even tried to get food out of the fridge for mommy to cook, but he was not strong enough to open the door. Michael was sad and sat on his bed crying.

 

His mommy came into the room and asked him, “What’s wrong bug?”

 


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“I’m little,” Michael said, rubbing his eyes.

 

“Well, of course you are little,” mommy said. “You are only 4. But you will be bigger one day.”

 

“I don’t like being little,” Michael folded his arms and stuck you his bottom lip.

 

“What is wrong with being little?” his mommy asked, putting her arm around him.

 

“I can’t help. I tried to do laundry, but the washer is too high, and the dryer is too hot. I tried to take the garbage out, but I’m not tall or strong enough. I tried to get food to make dinner, and I could not open the door. I want to help, but I’m little.”

 

“I appreciate you want to help Michael,” mommy said. “But you don’t need to do chores to help.”

 

“But what can I do?” Michael asked.

 

“You can pray,” said mommy.

 

“I can pray?” Michel asked. “Like daddy?” He had seen his daddy pray many times. He prayed before dinner. He prayed for his kids. He prayed for mommy.

 

“Yes, like daddy. You can pray for daddy while he is away. Pray for your brother and sister at school. Pray for me because I miss daddy, and I have a lot to do for you, Chris, and Sara,” said mommy. “You can even pray before dinner.”

 

“I’m not too little?” Michael asked.

 

“Of course not,” said mommy. “God hears us pray no batter if you are big like daddy, or little like a bug.”

 

Michael laughed. He sniffed away the last of his tears.

 

That night Chris took out the garbage, and Sara set out plates for dinner. Then, Michael said a prayer before they ate. “Thank you, Jesus, for this food. Thank you for my brother and sister and how they help mommy. Please help daddy with his job and help mommy take care of us. Thank you that I am little and can still help by praying. Amen.”

 

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