Day 217 CJSM

Day 217

 

 

Becky gets into Dad’s razors. She & he were a bloody

mess when he carried her to the kitchen for help

 

 

Kids are curious---no question about that…been (and still am) one curios cat myself!

By age 5 a child has memorized and learned usage of some 140,000 words! Wow!

By the time they graduate high school, they have been dumbed-down to---Well?...Hmm!

Think I am “unkind”? Try getting a McDonald’s order right? Did you get the correct change?

We “learn” by trial and error in a great many instances; with practice develops logic? Hmm!

So, when the “ignorant” ole man of the clan disposes of used double-edged razor blades in the bathroom trash can, wouldn’t one expect an intelligent, curious 3-year old to examine the chance find? That is exactly what our little Becky did one fine day; I found her crying, staring at her throbbing hand, wondering if the blood might ever stop flowing. I discovered the “evidence” of the accident in the blood-red spotted bottom of the waste basket. My fault!

Maybe the mentor just has to be somewhat smarter than the inquisitive student!? Hmm!

Oh! That one was “minor” in consequence; some were astoundingly “fashionable” in intent.

Children---be careful…pick your parents with skepticism! I reckon that’s so!?

I did manage a few enlightening “lessons” for our progeny over the decades; just had to get something right!? Even a blind squirrel finds an occasional acorn. I reckon!?

Taught the kids the Greek alphabet---Hmm!...somebody said, “What good is that?”

Point taken! I reckon!? I have always found exercise of the brain to be advantageous; never really relished the idea of the human “computer” atrophying away like a setting sun.

We learned to swim, ride horses, love, respect, be merciful, kind, considerate, humble, thankful, adoring, generous, worthy people, good citizens, intelligent. Maybe, even I contributed.

Our girls and their progeny make us most proud and extremely happy. Thank you! All!

So, they chose “not so wisely” in the father-aisle of prospects---they made it through…anyway! And, in fine fashion resultant of their own accord. Like I often lament when the authorities come calling for one or another of my myriad infractions---My “Momma” tried!

Might be that the girls adopt that pathetic lament of confessed “guilt” of transgression!?

Oh! Lord! We try and try—and You must find simple/humble I…very trying.

One day too soon, I shall beg, and, appreciate Thy tender mercy! I pray! Amen!

I humbly Thank Thee for Your blessings on one so un-deserving as I. Amen! Again.

 

Ah! Cookie Jar Sweet “I’m learning” Memories!