The Virtuous Woman Series, Part 21
Who Toots Your Horn?
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We don't hear kids talking up their parents these days. We didn't much when I was a kid, either. We talked about how bad we had it, as a matter of fact, the first liar didn't stand a chance.
These days, I'm not so sure that the kids aren't telling the truth. So many moms are busy rushing off to work, rushing kids here, rushing kids there. Meals are bought precooked, prepackaged and frozen. Oftentimes, the day care workers know the children far better than the parents do.
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A lot of kids don't have a lot of nice things to say about their moms because they don't really know their moms. Moms, on the other hand, don't really know their children either.
Some moms have taken a look at all of this, and decided that their kids are worth getting to know. Their kids' futures are at stake. Some moms are scaling their 60-80 hour work weeks to far less, some have left the work force and become full-time moms. Some, for economic reasons, can't do this, but have elected to do without the new boat, large house and luxury car because Junior and Sally need the time with mom.
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Father God, I thank You for the sons You entrusted me with. Lord, I ask for Your hand on them. Lord, I ask that they will trust You and follow You all the days of their lives. Help me teach them Your ways. Help me show them how to find Your paths. Oh, Lord, thanks for trusting me, let me honor Your trust. Amen
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The kids whose parents spend time with them are better behaved (usually), have a greater sense of right and wrong, and know that their mom is wonderful, and will let everyone know who is willing to listen.
I remember when my youngest son was 3. We would often take a walk in downtown Mt Clemens, Michigan. Andy loved to introduce me to people. I didn't always like the way he did it, "Hi, my name is Andy, I'm 3. This is my mom, Sandi, she's 30." But, hey, I think we knew everyone in town.
When he reached the ripe old age of 13, although he had grown out of the introducing stage, and, he would still holler across his Jr. high school campus, "HI MOM!", and I frequently got kisses and hugs, "Love you, Mom." - even if his friends were looking. I think the reason he was so open with his affections is because we'd spent time together.
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Although I now live in a different state than my sons, my middle son calls me regularly to chat, and I talk to my oldest son on the internet frequently.
Hopefully, maybe, one of these days, my sons will rise up and call me blessed. I know I'm blessed to have them as my sons.
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