April 1, 2019
“Children are our most valuable resource.”
I am sorry I did not tell my children how much I loved them over the years. Lately they continue to go out of their way to make my wife and I as comfortable and trouble free as they can.
They each bring their individual skills to their caregiving. They have made our lives better than we could have done on our own. We are so fortunate that they live close by and are willing to do so much. Many of our fellow residents in our Independent Living Facility have no one close and I am glad so many of our neighbors do what they can to help those folks.
So my children, I am sorry I did not tell you more often how much I appreciate you.
Here is a story to help us remember what we owe our children.
Box Full of Kisses
Some time ago, a man punished his 3-year-old daughter for wasting a roll of gold wrapping paper. Money was tight and he became infuriated when the child tried to decorate a box to put under the Christmas tree.
Nevertheless, the little girl brought the gift to her father the next morning and said, “This is for you, Daddy.”
The man became embarrassed by his overreaction earlier, but his rage continue when he saw that the box was empty. He yelled at her; “Don’t you know, when you give someone a present, there is supposed to be something inside?”
The little girl looked up at him with tears in her eyes and cried;
“Oh, Daddy, it’s not empty at all. I blew kisses into the box. They’re all for you, Daddy.”
The father was crushed. He put his arms around his little girl, and he begged for her forgiveness.
Only a short time later, an accident took the life of the child.
Her father kept the gold box by his bed for many years and, whenever he was discouraged, he would take out an imaginary kiss and remember the love of the child who had put it there.
Moral of the story:- Love is the most precious gift in the world.
“We worry about what a child will become tomorrow, yet we forget that he is someone today.”
— Stacia Tauscher
AIRPLANE: What Mom impersonates to get a one-year-old to eat strained beets.
ALIEN: What Mom would suspect had invaded her house if she spotted a child-sized creature cleaning up after itself.
BABY: Mom’s youngest child, even if he’s 42.
CARPET: Expensive floor covering used to catch spills and clean mud off shoes.
CAR POOL: Complicated system of transportation where Mom always winds up going the furthest, with the biggest bunch of kids, who have had the most sugar.
DATE: Infrequent outings with Dad where Mom can enjoy worrying about the kids in a different setting.
EAT: What kids do between meals, but not at them.
GENIUSES: Amazingly, all of Mom’s kids.
JUNK: Dad’s stuff.
KISS: Mom medicine.
One particular four-year-old prayed, “And forgive us our trash baskets as we forgive those who put trash in our baskets.”
While shopping for vacation clothes, we passed a display of bathing suits. It had been at least ten years and twenty pounds since she had even considered buying a bathing suit, so she sought my advice.
“What do you think?” she asked. “Should I get a bikini or an all-in-one?”
“Better get a bikini,” I replied. “You’d never get it all in one.” Boy was that the wrong answer!
When you make a mistake, make amends immediately. It’s easier to eat crow while it’s still warm.
Some ecclesiastical gentlemen — a cardinal, a couple of bishops and some others — were waiting outside the Pearly Gates for St. Peter to open up.
He finally arrived, but just they were about to enter heaven St. Peter asked them to wait a moment and let a new arrival through first.
A sweet young thing in a mini-skirt arrived and was ushered through.
The cardinal was a bit upset about this and demanded an explanation from St. Peter. After all, they had been waiting outside for quite some time and were pillars of the church. How could a girl in a mini-skirt deserve better treatment?
St. Peter smiled and told him: “While she was alive, that young lady drove a little yellow sports car. She regularly jumped red lights, overtook on blind corners, and generally scared the devil out of more people than all of you combined.”
Q: How many computer programmers does it take to screw in a light bulb? A: None, that’s a hardware problem.
A pious man, who had reached the age of 105, suddenly stopped going to church. Alarmed by the old fellow’s absence after so many years of faithful attendance, the pastor went to see him. He found him in excellent health, so the pastor asked, “Why after all these years don’t we see you at services anymore?”
The old man lowered his voice. “I’ll tell you, reverend,” he whispered. “When I got to be 90, I expected God to take me any day. But then I got to be 95, then 100, then 105. So, I figured that God is very busy and must’ve forgotten about me, and I don’t want to remind Him!”
“Inside every older person is a younger person wondering what the $#&% happened.”
Fred was telling his friend how his uncle tried to make a new car for himself…”so he took wheels from a Cadillac, a radiator from a Ford, some tires and fenders from a Plymouth…”
“Holy Cow,” interrupted his friend, “What did he end up with?”
And Fred replied, “Two years.”
“The best inheritance a parent can give his children is a few minutes of their time each day.”
Orlando Aloysius Battista
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