WiW #5 - Pass the Faith, Please

Smack dab in the middle of Josiah's birthday, I'm stealing a few moments to post a couple of quotes from a little book that my parents passed along to me.  It's a parenting book, specifically about how to help our children grow in their faith.  When they hand me a parenting book, are they subtly telling me that I need to do a better job with their grandkids?  ;-)  Well, even if so, it's true:  I ALWAYS need to do a better job with parenting, and I rejoice in the opportunity to learn and grow and become more of who God created me to be, as a mother or otherwise.

Without further ado, here are two humorous quotes from Pass the Faith, Please by Lori Borgman:

Eighteen years seems like a long time when you bring that little bundle home from the hospital.  Older women whose children are grown may look at you with your ducklings in tow and say, "Enjoy them while they're little; the time passes quickly."  If you're having one of those not-so-good days, you may think, "Well, lady, the time isn't passing quickly enough."  And then it happens.  One day you blink twice, turn around, and your kids are not little anymore.  They're shaving, shopping for prom dresses, driving a car, and making plans for a mission trip to Haiti.  It seems like only yesterday you told them that under no circumstances were they allowed to leave the backyard.

With my firstborn turning nine today, I can definitely relate to this.  Where has the time gone??

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Some days I feel so young as to border on childlike.  Those would be days when I'm at my parents' home in Kansas City.  During my last visit there, they reminded me not to put silverware down the garbage disposal (whew, that was a close one!), to take quarters to the car wash (aren't those the big silver ones with the eagle on them?), to be careful of the lid on a newly opened can (you can get CUT!), and not to lose the house key (so much for my dropping it off at the federal prison in Leavenworth).


Since moving out of their house, I have married and maintained a family and home for twenty-four years.  I have learned to distinguish between termites and carpenter ants, three times I have rolled through the doors at the hospital marked "Delivery," and I write a nationally distributed newspaper column--but in my mother's and father's minds, I will always be age ten.

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