Maria always asked lots of questions. When people did things she didn’t understand, she always asked why.

Mama, what is Papa doing?”
“He’s praying, Maria,” answered her mother.

Why are you praying, Papa?”
“I’m thanking God because the flowers are so beautiful!” answered Papa.

 

Another day, Maria saw her aunt praying.
“Why are you praying, Auntie?”
“I’m praying for my friend, who is sick,” said Maria’s aunt.

Later on, Maria saw her older brother praying. “Why are you praying, José?” “I’m praying to be brave,” answered José.

Another time, she saw her Uncle praying. “Why are you praying, Uncle Luis?” “I’m praying so I can know the right thing to do,” said Maria’s uncle.

“Mama,” Maria asked her mother, “do you ever pray?” “Yes, Maria, I pray all the time.” Maria’s mother smiled at her. “Every day, I say a prayer of thanks that you’re my daughter!”

Can I say a prayer too, Mama?” “Of course, Maria.” Maria’s mother looked at her thoughtfully. “What kind of a prayer?”

“A prayer of thanks!”

“I’m glad to have a Mommy like you!”