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When I was a kid, I used to pray every night before I went to sleep. It was a part of my upbringing and just something that was encouraged and practiced in our home. The prayer generally consisted of my requesting that the lord please protect my family, and keep us safe.
At the end of every prayer, you are told to say “En el nombre del padre, del hijo, y del espiritu santo, amen.” In the name of the father, the son, and the holy spirit, amen. This would conclude my prayer, and it was encouraged that everyone in the family should say amen to increase our odds of God listening.
So when I finished my prayer, I’d say, amen. Silence, it appears everyone is already asleep. Again, amen. Still silence. Each subsequent amen became louder, and more and more aggressive until both my parents, and my little sister said amen.
I can remember how they’d get frustrated because they were asleep, but how can you scold or get mad at your kid for saying amen, when you are the one who thought him this? It would not be a good example to set if you became angry when your child is asking you to “Tell God to protect you for me.”
This went on for most of my childhood. My mom and dad sleeping in the bed across from us, my little sister and I sleeping in the bunk bed in our one bedroom apartment. They were humble times, but family mattered. I really do miss those days.
Growing Up Bronx