Having a child can certainly be an experience that prompts us to pray. Something like “Umm God, you seemed to have dropped off this tiny human being, but I think you may have forgot to include a user’s manual… especially looking for the chapter on potty training.”
In all seriousness though, I have noticed myself praying something along the following lines frequently lately, “God thank you for allowing me to be the one that gets to raise and teach these nuggets.” How comforting is that. They are His.
The best thing is that this really comes up when we are praying with the kiddos. These are the moments when the He brings this thought to my lips. If it is comforting to me, think how cool and important that is for them. What a great reminder of the greatest truth of all of humanity… we are all sons/daughters of the King of all Kings. Super cool stuff.