Have you ever had a chance to fill out one of those “One and Only” sheets? You know those papers that ask questions of all sorts, like where you were born, what your occupation or favorite color, or pet peeve is?
It’s been hanging in the balance for days, even weeks. For some people in church, anticipation mounted at the thought of home schooling our children this term, for others with multiple children, it looked like a tall order. We talked, we weighed pros and cons. Our children, who loved school last year, declared they would like to have school at home this year. In my heart I wanted to teach them more than I could ever tell, yet I realized that daily my time was already stretched to the max as I did my best to care for our six young children and squeeze in house work where I could. I wondered when I would write the column.
It’s early morning, even our early risers with tussled hair, blinking eyes, and big smiles are sound out.
I have been married for … well, let’s not get specific here, but for a very long time. Over the years, my wife and I have learned how to work together to get things done. It’s almost like clockwork – well, until she goes away for a week. Then everything goes haywire.
My grandson and granddaughter are spending a few weeks here in Troy. They are from Denver, so Ohio is like a strange, exotic land to them. There are some things about Ohio they have trouble figuring out.
Austin, our early riser and six-year-old son, and I were sharing a few quiet moments and discussing various aspects of the day ahead. That’s when I told him: “You know, you really should go get dressed and check on Daisy, just in case she’s had her baby goats during the night.”
As a busy mother of six little darlings, if there is one thing I enjoy, that is stepping into my mom’s kitchen. Laughing, I informed her, “You know, it’s just like hungry hormones are released when I step into your kitchen!” Really there is something about it; it doesn’t matter what part of the day I happen to come to her house, I always feel like I could eat!
What a combination. It’s 6:00, the birds outside my window are trying to outdo each other, all six little children are sound asleep, and Mommy is ready to write! All we need is a stretcher to lengthen the next hour til we’re in full swing of the day.
Daniel stepped into the house, cradling something. A second look revealed the surprise, a perfectly adorable fawn covered with white spots. By all evidence, it was no more than a week old. We gasped. Could it be a real baby deer?
Reunions are an interesting subject. Not all families are blessed with the same number of children or even the same character qualities. Nonetheless, all families are gifted with their own uniqueness.