| When you're too busy, time off from work is not really time off. This past week I have been off from work, but overwhelmed trying to catch up on homework, which I should be doing right now. The bad part about online classes is that I am tempted to do other things on the computer besides school work. On Thursday, Daisy said, "I want you to come to my school tomorrow and serve lunch like all the other moms." I tried to explain that I could not simply walk in and start dishing out food to school children. She was insistent. I asked why she wanted me there, and she said, "Because if your mom serves lunch, you get to go behind the counter and give her a hug." How sweet! She's only seven...not embarrassed of her mother yet. I was on my way out of her classroom last Friday when I told her that I would be taking her to and from school this week. She was excited and said, "just like a real mom!" Oooh! That stung more than a little. "Yes," I answered, "Not like all those other fake moms!" Someone overheard our conversation and informed me that his wife, "not to make you feel guilty," never worked while their children were young. Thanks. No, it didn't make me feel guilty as I have many other sources from which to feel guilt. For instance, a while back, the dog wanted out in the backyard. When I opened the door, I saw that Daisy had fallen off her bicycle and was crying. As I washed and bandaged her knee, she said in a hurt voice, "Momma, I was crying for you!" "I didn't hear you," I told her truthfully, then, looking to shift the blame, I pointed out that no one else in the house had heard her, either. "But I wasn't calling for them...I was calling for you." It's at times like this that I feel a little sorry for myself. "Momma's ears aren't any good," I told her. "I have old lady ears." "But you aren't an old lady." "Well, Daisy, how old do you think I am?" "Forty two?" She guessed. That's five years older than I really am, which didn't make me feel better. She hugged me and whispered something into my ear. Pulling back to look at her lips, I said, "Whisper it again." "I wasn't talking to you, I was praying that God would fix your ears." Ahh...From her lips to God's ears, which, I trust, work better than mine. Like all the other moms...I am not. My sincere apologies. Hey, you get what you pay for. Not to make you feel guilty...but you should sign the guestbook. Contact Me Back to the Home Page at www.redbluffismytown.com |
| I love this one... Some very honest Red Bluff person is trying to sell a car. The windows say "$500" and "you get what you pay for." |
