
Homeword is a regular feature in the Baptist Children's Home publication, Charity & Children. Through his monthly column, editor W. James Edminson seeks to encourage families with his personal anecdotes of home life which are both reminiscent and heart warming.
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I Think I Can - I Thought I Could!
Kathy takes shopping seriously. Unlike me, she actually plans, checks online, and looks through catalogues and sales papers. Buying a gift for someone is important to her. She sets a high priority on selecting “just the right” gift.
My cell phone rings. It’s late Friday evening. I’m attempting to watch television as I nod back and forth between being awake and being asleep. I keep my cell phone with me just in case my daughters call while they are out.
My mom and dad first met through the words they shared as pen pals. Dad’s mom asked my mom if she would write her son who was in the military stationed in Honolulu. Sixteen-year-old Jearlene asked her mother if it would be okay. Her mother didn’t see any harm – it was only a six cent stamp, and besides, he was miles away.
It's Hard, But We're Adjusting
I’m planning to build a shed in my backyard. I’m calling it a shed, but when my wife Kathy and I discuss how we will use the space, the dimensions grow.
Dessert is a favorite for most people, especially children. Parents have used the lure of dessert to coax many a headstrong child to eat a bitter green vegetable or an even less pleasant thing like beef liver. As a parent who has taught his children many lessons, I have found the wisdom in allowing my children to also teach me.
The girls hurry to the car. We made plans quickly, but the expectation is as great as if we had all been waiting months. Their smiles and laughter sets the tone for the excursion. “Road trip!” my wife Kathy declares.
Siblings should be friends, but it is not always the case. Sometimes differences get in the way and act like iron wedges that split relationships. But sometimes a commitment to each other is like iron straps binding lives together. My daughters are friends. I hope they will be friends for life.