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WRITE 2 THE HEART
Stories that are aimed "Write 2 the Heart"
June 19, 2002 Issue 061902
Cheryl Speir, Editor, moderator@write2theheart.com
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As a mother of four sons, I can chuckle at Pamela's tales and
remember when. My imagination is going wild at the possibilities
of what Austin was going to do with the cat and skateboard!
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What Little Boys Do
By Pamela Jenkins
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"Austin! Did you leave the water running outside?"
My oldest daughter stood near the barn, surveying
the large area of mud around one of the outdoor
faucets. In the middle of the waterlogged mess could
be seen, very clearly, the stamps of small shoe prints.
Seven-year-old Austin stood beside her, also looking
over the mud puddle and incriminating evidence. His
eyebrows puckered in a frown. Well, he started to
explain, there was some mud here and he just wanted
to play in it a little. He didn't think he'd left any water
running, though.
It's long been a joke in our family that my son must
have been patterned after the little boy in the Family
Circle cartoon. He can cover miles and miles of
interesting terrain in the time it takes to travel between
points A and B. If you send him on a simple trek to the
backyard to retrieve a basketball, he will take all sorts
of fascinating side trips and get lost in the wonder of
the moment. It's a big world out there, full of things that
little boys need to investigate.
One day last week, I watched my son walking through
the yard with his school backpack. Something must
have captured his attention, because he set the bag
on the ground and hustled away. Well, that's sure to get
damp overnight, I thought to myself. I went over to pick
it up and put it away. Then I noticed it moving.
Very slowly, one of my speckled Dominique hens
poked her head out and looked around as if checking
to see if the coast was clear. Then she came out of
the backpack, gave her feathers a good ruffling, and
calmly walked away clucking to herself.
"Austin! Why is there a chicken in your backpack?"
Austin came back and told me that he had found the
hen sitting on a hidden nest. He was just putting her
back in the chicken pen. We had a talk about leaving
the laying hens alone. They're doing just what I want
them to do, eating bugs and crickets and cleaning up
the yard in general. It's not a good idea to rough up a
hen full of eggs, anyway.
Yesterday, I was trying to take a nap before the evening
church services. Austin knocked on the bedroom door and
came in. He handed me part of his tooth.
"Austin! How did you break off a tooth?"
He explained that he was just taking our dog, Carly,
out for a walk. They got their legs tangled in the leash,
and he fell down and chipped his front tooth. Both he
and the dog got in trouble with my husband.
I took Austin to the dentist this morning, who did a
patch job on the front tooth. We talked about crowns
and caps later on. When we got home, I did a patching
job of my own with Spouse. In all fairness, the dog wasn't
totally to blame. And besides, it could just as easily been
a baseball, roller skates or martial arts class that caused
the chipped tooth.
A short while ago, I stood in the kitchen washing the supper
dishes. I looked out the window. My son was heading to the
barn with his skateboard under one arm and a cat under the
other.
"Austin...!"
It's hard to keep up with all the things that little boys do.
Pamela Jenkins
ramblinrabbit @ juno.com
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Pamela Jenkins lives in Oklahoma with Stanley, her husband
of twenty-one years, and their four children. She is the office
manager for her husband's veterinary practice and enjoys writing
in her spare time. She and her family are avid supporters of 4-H
and FFA youth activities. Pamela is a contributing author to
"Chicken Soup for the Grandparent's Soul", "Written in Stone",
and "Chocolate for a Woman's Dreams".
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Letters From Our Readers
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I love this story. I can imagine the panicky feeling when
they couldn't find Jonathan. I think that the message
Rev. Richard Ryan included in his story was wonderful.
I'm constantly calling on God for comfort, especially in
the past year since we had a fire at our house early in
January. I'm still recovering from the stress and my poor
health. God is faithful indeed.
Pat
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Nice story about the "Little Boy Lost" it is a fearful situation for
parents today when going to the stores.. So sad. The World is
changing at such a fast pace..
God continue to watch over you and yours, Cheryl.
Diane
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To Pat ~who read my Mom's poem on "Write 2 the Heart"
and revamped it ~I thank you . It was an honor knowing someone
appreciated and got inspired by Mom's poem to make it special
in their own way . Your addition to the poem made it very
attractive . Mom would have been thrilled ~~ I was !
thanks again Pat & Cheryl. If any one would like to see the
revamped version I would send it to them
raschen @ shaw.ca
Glad to hear your good news Cheryl !
Ronnie
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Cheryl's Corner
As I was raising my four sons, I often wondered what escapades
they got into without my knowledge. Last night I heard of a
couple. Chris and Aaron were reminiscing about the times they
tried to fly. Chris took a bed sheet to make a parachute and used it
to jump off the roof of our house. It failed miserably and he
thought he broke his leg.
Another time Chris convinced Aaron that if he took an old interior
door he could use it as a glider and glide off the roof.
They had punched holes in it so the inside reinforcement strips
could be used as hand holds. Aaron took a running jump off the
roof and tumbled to the ground. He nearly bit his tongue into.
Whenever they did something that the other egged them on about, I
was always asking, "If your brother told you to jump off the roof
would you do it?" Now I know the answer and it wasn't the one I
was looking for.
God Bless
Cheryl
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