Raising Children

It seems what children say or do is published on the net on a regular basis.  I have a few grown children and still have a pretty good memory.  So here goes as recall guides thought.

One sunny late November day in Dallas, the harsh hard driving Texas wind blew its way through our wind whipped trees.  David, our three year old, stood at the kitchen window and said, “Mama, look! The leaves are melting.”

Many years later, David’s two year old son Karl walked into the bathroom just as I was stepping out of the shower. He stretched apart his arms as far as they would go and exclaimed from his vantage point; “Gra-ma, your boobies are this big.” I told David that his son has precocious sight. Karl still sees far deeper into the truth of life than most young men his age.  Tonight, Karl is probably rocking his own girl child, MadiLyn Lily to sleep telling her stories of his father.

This is how life is passed, one generation to the next.

  

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