His whole life, my son has had us pray with him right before bedtime. Sometimes, we do it all together as a family and sometimes it's either my husband or me with him one-on-one while the other prays with our daughter. In the last few months, my son has worked up the courage to say some prayers himself. And I am learning a lot from my eight-year-old, watching his faith grow.
First and foremost, that he listens when his daddy and I are praying. Because while we do keep it semi-formal, we also are very conversational in the way we talk to God. It is a conversation for us. So, as we do with any other conversation, we add side-notes or just state things the way they are. And my son does too.

I learned to crochet long ago, as a girl. My mom helped me pick up some basics, but my grandmother helped me perfect my technique. I even remember my grandfather commenting to my grandmother one time that I might be even faster than she was. And my grandmother was amazing.
While I don't have tons of time to work on crochet projects anymore, I pick up one here and there--a baby blanket or washcloths for teacher gifts or a hat. Things that don't take long, but still give me that release.