One year for Christmas I wanted an apron. I was probably six or seven years old at the time. I don't remember. What I do remember is that I wanted a specific sort of apron. I wanted the kind that slips over your head and ties around your waist. I probably wanted one with a ruffle at the top and bottom.
And so my grandmother made an apron for me, only the apron she made was the kind that only ties about the waist.
This was not the apron that I wanted and I absolutely threw a fit.
Poor Nana. On the one hand, how must it feel to be treated in such a way? On the other hand, how must it feel to so disappoint someone you love, even if they are disappointed on such a trivial level?
When I was a child, I used to speak as a child, think as a child, reason as a child; when I became a man, I did away with childish things (I Corinthians 13:11).Years later we were on vacation with the extended paternal family. We stayed in an A-Frame cabin with big glass windows looking out on the surrounding world. I convinced someone to buy me a bonnet--one of those big old-fashioned ones that ties underneath the chin, like Mary wears in Little House on the Prairie. We must have been watching the show at that time because why on earth else would I ever want to wear a bonnet like that? There are no tantrums in this story, although I will share that I was stung by a bee on the cheek, on this particular vacation, while trying to swat it away from my face.
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One of the advantages of growing old(er) is selective memory. I can hardly remember anything I did wrong as a child. In fact, mostly I remember things that never happened, like competing in the 72 Olympics.
Yeah, G^d seems to let some memories stick, and others fade, according to what He is discipling into us.
Love you. You're tops in my book.
Grand Doc
The title of that vacation---"A Bee 'N a Bonnett?"
Jimbo took the joke I was planning to make! Drat. Did you set us up for that one, Kelly?
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