No Sermon Please.....

Fairview to Tokyo
Oh how I loved my little boys! They were my life. Hands on. And usually they were put first, but I remember one Wednesday night I was chiding, "Hurry. Finish eating. I have my class, you know..." when one of them--I think i was Jim--threw out, "I hate Wednesday nights!"

From then on I tried to be more careful about the whole Wednesday night sitation so they would feel relaxed and more important than the class! I always felt that if you lose your kids, your ministry doesn't have much value. But, being an imperfect mother, I failed in lots of ways. We had to learn on our own most of the time...Rainy, Pat and me! Us old roommates who got married out here and were raising our families. There were no pertinent seminars to go to and not a whole lot of books on our needed subjects.

I've always said that I couldn't have loved them more...I did have my own joke, though. I said that if Kenny had married my aunt Alma, there wouldn't have been anyone home to raise the kids. Both were world travelers.

At night a ritual was "love talks" from bed to bed before they fell asleep. Sometimes I think I might have over-used this opportunity to "teach" them something, like when I was leaving Kimbo's room one night and he quipped, "I only asked a question. I didn't ask for a sermon!"