It's Hard Being a 3rd Grader

After two fun, relaxing weeks off from school, Taylor had to return on Monday, and I think it was a little overwhelming for her. Schools work kids so hard these days. She is currently trying to memorize her multiplication facts, and it is coming, but slowly. (Actually, she is doing really, really well, but she is a perfectionist, so she doesn't think so.) So, Monday night, as we sat down to have family prayer, she sighed loudly and said, "Numbers just keep running through my mind. I can't stop them." (I am sure they were. We'd been practicing a lot that afternoon.) We gave her some encouraging words and then Mark asked her if she would offer our family prayer. She agreed, bowed her head, closed her eyes and began, "Three times . . . " She quickly busted out laughing. It wasn't a joke though. It had been completely by accident. Those numbers were ruling her every thought. Her laughing quickly turned to tears. She was just so overwhelmed, poor girl. We eventually did have our family prayer and got the kids tucked in bed. A good night of sleep worked it's magic, and she felt much better in the morning. I think I sometimes forget how hard it is to be a kid.