The other day, after Lucky and I finished reading the Akathist to St. Panteleimon, he wanted to talk about some of the things he heard during the service, like, “For after thy prayer to Christ a child who had died from snakebite at once revived and stood up healed” and so on. After a few minutes of discussing this he asked me,
“Do you have a saint?”
“Of course!”
“Oh, your saint is St. Mommy, right?”
“No, my saint is St. Sevastiane,” I answered with a giggle.
“Well, your saint is Panagia too, right? Because she’s a mommy and you’re a mommy, so…”.
“Yes, absolutely.”
I was caught off guard by his observation and once again found myself marveling at the innocence, and therefore spiritual insight, of a child.
And then I spent the afternoon thinking about how lucky we mothers are to have two patron saints interceding for us.
If only our thoughts could always be as pure and as simple as our children’s thoughts. Your son is so very special.
How sweet. I agree, children are so pure and innocent and when they speak it sometimes seems as if the words came from Heaven.