I'm assuming every parent has those days where they wonder if anything they say gets through to their kids.
I mean, they do, right?
I felt like that on Sunday.
And then the intermediate hymn in sacrament meeting was I Am a Child of God.
And Carolyn stood right up in her chair with a huge smile on her face and proceeded to sing every, single word as loudly as she could.
I didn't even know she knew all of the words because whenever we sing it at home, she always fudges up at least half of them.
I couldn't help but cry.
Mostly because I am apparently an outstanding parent without knowing it.
No, wait. That's not right.
Mostly because there really is nothing more poignant to me than a child singing that song.
Especially a child that up until that point in that day, appeared to have visited Satan in her dreams.
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