From my sister-in-law I adopted the practice of stopping to pray a Hail Mary whenever I hear a siren. When I used to babysit my little nieces they’d stop playing and pray, with no prompting from me, whenever a fire truck or ambulance passed on the busy street nearby. And so I’ve been trying to remember to do it when I’m with Bella.
Tonight as I was nursing her before she went to bed, sirens sounded on the street outside and so I said a Hail Mary. A little while later they sounded again, briefly. When I didn’t say a Hail Mary this time, Isabella pulled away, looked me in the eye, folded her hands, and started whispering in a prayer-like manner. So I followed suit and said my Hail Mary.
I though I was teaching her how and when to pray. Seems like she’s also going to be teaching me.