Background: I’m a member of the LDS church (Mormons), which teaches — among other things — that all members of the priesthood (every adult male in the church) can give blessings. It’s a simple ritual where you lay your hands on someone’s head, say their full name, and tell them what God is blessing them with.
I’ve given blessings in the past, mostly to my wife in times of stress. Tonight, my son walked out of his bedroom 10 minutes after bed, and said that he was worried about having bad dreams because he was scared of sleeping alone.
I don’t know what made me do it, but I grabbed him and put him on my lap and put my hands on his head. “Giovanni Omanand Danielson, I bless you…” I don’t remember exactly what I said — which is actually a common part of giving these kinds of blessings — but that’s not the important part.
The important part is that while I was giving him the blessing, he started to cry. I thought he was crying because he knew he was going back to bed alone, but he shocked all of us. When I finished the blessing in the traditional way (“…and I bless you with these things in the name of Jesus Christ, Amen,”) he looked up with tears in his eyes. I said “What’s wrong, bud?”…
…and he said “That was the happiest thing.” He gave me and Mommy a huge hug, and went all by himself to bed, calm and relaxed and happy. My wife and I stared at each other in disbelief, and both of us started to cry.
Best. Moment. Ever. 🙂