When my children were much younger we would tuck them into bed at night and say our prayers–usually the traditional “Now I lay me down to sleep” followed by our “God Blesses.”
I wasn’t very creative, although at times my children would be creative and surprise me with whom they wished that God would bless.
I didn’t teach them meditation. It would have been difficult to get them to understand at that young age the wonder of silence.
I still have difficulty trying to clear my mind during meditation. My old football body is most uncomfortable when there is no noise to distract its constant reminders of its presence.
But I am learning to treasure the small spaces of silence between my mind racing and my knees aching.
In those spaces if I keep my mouth shut and my heart open, I hear the voice of God.