Our Little Darlings



When my daughter was about four years old, she still had a hard time
grasping the concept of marriage. But anyway, I got out our wedding album,
thinking visual images would help, and explained the entire service to her.
Once finished, I asked if she had any questions, and she replied,

"Oh. I see. Is that when Mommy came to work for us?"

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A mother took her three-year-old daughter to church for the first time.
The church lights were lowered, and then the choir came down the aisle,
carrying lighted candles. All was quiet until the little one started to
sing in a loud voice, "Happy Birthday to you, happy birthday to you......"

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After listening restlessly to a long and tedious sermon, a 6-year old
boy asked his father what the preacher did the rest of the week.
"Oh,he's a
very busy man," the father replied.
"He takes care of church business,
visits the sick, ministers to the poor....
And then he has to have time
to rest up.
Talking in public isn't an easy job, you know.
"The boy
thought about that, then said,
"Well, listening ain't easy, either.
"

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The Most Caring Child Author and lecturer Leo Buscaglia
once talked about a contest he was asked to judge.
The purpose of the contest was to find the most caring child.
The winner was a four year old child whose next door neighbor
was an elderly gentleman who had recently lost his wife.
Upon seeing the man cry, the little boy went into the old gentleman's yard,
climbed onto his lap, and just sat there.
When his mother asked him what he had said to the neighbor,
the little boy said, "Nothing, I just helped him cry."

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I had been teaching my three-year-old daughter, Caitlin, the Lord's Prayer.
For several evenings at bedtime she repeated it after me.
One
night she said she was ready to solo.
I listened with pride as she
carefully enunciated each word,
right up to the end of the prayer.
"Lead us not into temptation," she prayed,
"but deliver us some e-mail.
Amen."

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A mother was watching her four-year-old child
playing outside in a
small plastic pool half filled with water.
He was happily walking back and
forth across the pool, making big splashes.
Suddenly, he stopped, stepped out
of the pool,
and began to scoop water out of the pool with a pail.
"Why
are you pouring the water out, Johnny?" the mother asked.
"'Cause my
teacher said Jesus walked on water,
and this water won't work." The boy
replied.

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FMC member Pastor Stan of Garden Baptist Church
went to an informal church gathering, wearing shorts and a T-shirt.
A little
girl from a newly religious family;
who had seen him only in his Sunday
morning suits loudly proclaimed:
"Hey, preacher, you sure look
different with clothes on!"

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After church one Sunday morning, a mother commented:
"The choir was
awful this morning."
The father commented: "The sermon was too long."
Their
seven year old daughter added:
"You've got to admit it was a pretty good
show for a dime."

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A four year old was at the pediatrician for a check up.
As the doctor looked down her ears with an otoscope, he asked,
"Do you think I'll find Big Bird in here?"
The little girl stayed silent.
Next, the doctor took a tongue depressor and looked down her throat.
He asked, "Do you think I'll find the Cookie Monster down there?"
Again, the little girl was silent.
Then the doctor put a stethoscope to her chest.
As he listened to her heart beat, he asked,
"Do you think I'll hear Barney in there?"
"oh, no!" the little girl replied. "Jesus is in my heart.
Barney's on my underpants."

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Grandpa and granddaughter were sitting talking when she asked, "Did God make you, Grandpa?"
"Yes, God made me," the grandfather answered.
A few minutes later, the little girl asked him, "Did God make me too?"
"Yes, He did," the older man answered.
For a few minutes, the little girl seemed to be studying her grandpa,
as well as her own reflection in the mirror,
while her grandfather wondered what was running through her mind.
At last she spoke up.

"You know, Grandpa," she said,
"God's doing a lot better job lately."

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Do you realize that the only time in our lives when we like to get old
is when we're kids?
If you're less than 10 yrs.old, you're so exited about aging
that you
think in fractions.
How old are you ? " I'm four + a half ! "

You're never 36 and a half, just four + 1/2 .... going on five!

That's the key!
You get into your teens, now they can't hold you back.

You jump to the next number, or even a few ahead. How old are you ? "
I'm gonna be 16." right?

And then the greatest day of your life happens ..... you turn 21.
Even the words sound like a ceremony, YOU TURN 21 , YESSSSSSSS !!!
But then you turn 30. Ohhhh what happened there?
Makes you sound like
bad milk.
" HE TURNED, we had to throw him out."
There's no fun now, you're
just a sourpuss.

What's wrong ?? What changed ?? You become 21, you TURN 30, then you're PUSHING 40.
Whoa! Put on the brakes, it's all slipping away.

Before you know it, you REACH 50 .... and your dreams are gone.
But
wait, you MAKE IT to 60.
You didn't think you would !!!

So you BECOME 21, TURN 30, PUSH 40, REACH 50 and MAKE IT to 60.
You've
build up so much speed that you HIT 70.
After that, it's a day by day
thing.
You get into your 80's and every day is a complete cycle, you HIT
lunch.
You TURN 4:30.
You REACH bedtime.

My grandmother won't even buy green banana's.
It's an investment you
know and maybe a bad one.

It just doesn't end there.
Into the 90's you start going backwards,

" I was JUST 92."
Then the strange thing happens.
If you MAKE it over
100, you become a little kid again.
" I'm 100 and a half !!! "


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SOMEDAY


SOMEDAY, when the kids are grown, life will be different.
The memo pad on my refrigerator door will read, "Afternoon at hairdresser," or, "Browse through art gallery," or, "Start golf lessons," instead of, "Pediatrician at 2:00," or, "Cub Pack Meeting."

SOMEDAY, when the kids are grown, the house will be free of graffiti. There will be no crayoned smiley faces on the walls, no names scrawled in furniture dust, no pictures fingered on steamy windows, and no initials etched in bars of soap.

SOMEDAY, when the kids are grown, I'll get through a whole chapter of an engrossing book without being interrupted to sew a nose on a teddy bear, stop a toddler from eating the dog food, or rescue the cat from the toy box.

SOMEDAY, when the kids are grown, I won't find brown apple cores under the beds, empty spindles on the toilet paper hanger, or fuzzy caterpillars in denim jeans. And I will be able to find a pencil in the desk drawer, a slice of leftover pie in the refrigerator, and the comics still in the center of the newspaper.

SOMEDAY, when the kids are grown, I'll breeze right past the gumball machine in the supermarket without having to fumble for pennies; I'll stroll freely down each aisle without fear of inadvertently passing the candy or toy sections; and I'll choose cereal without considering what noise it makes, what prize it contains, or what color it comes in.

SOMEDAY, when the kids are grown, I'll prepare Quiche Loraine, or Scallops Amandine, or just plain liver and onions, and no one will say, "Yuk! I wish we were having hot dogs!" or, "Jimmy's lucky, his mom lets him eat chocolate bars for dinner."; And we'll eat by candle light, with no one trying to roast their peas and carrots over the flame to "make them taste better," or arguing about who gets to blow out the candle when we're done.

SOMEDAY, when the kids are grown, I'll get ready for my bath without first having to remove a fleet of boats, two rubber alligators, and a soggy tennis ball from the tub. I'll luxuriate in hot, steamy water and billows of bubbles for a whole hour, and no fists will pound on the door, no small voices will yell, "Hurry up, Mommy! I gotta go!"

YES, SOMEDAY, when the kids are grown, life will be different.
They'll leave our nest, and the house will be
Quiet....
and calm....
and empty....
and lonely....

And I won't like that at all!
And then I'll spend my time, not looking forward to SOMEDAY,
but looking back at YESTERDAY.
Thank you,
~Bee Jay~




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