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I'm late posting again, Gang. Life sure is busy. Yesterday, I was on a conference call at work. During the call, I saw an email come in from Ginny. I opened it. "I just broke my finger." it said. That was it! "I Just broke my finger." There was no explanation. I got off the conference and called her. "What happened? You broke your finger?" Ginny is laughing....laughing? "It was so stupid!" she said. "I was scrubbing a stain in the carpet. My middle finger caught in the fabric, as the rest of my hand moved forward. There was a crack - no pain - and suddenly my finger felt funny. I lifted my hand, and the tip of the middle finger was hanging." How she could laugh, is beyond me. My little girl is a self-proclaimed klutz. We don't have insurance, so she didn't go to the doctor. She checked the internet and discovered, she didn't break the finger. She tore the ligament on the top of her finger, at the first knuckle. She has to wear a finger brace constantly for at least six weeks. If she removes it, and the knuckle bends forward, the damage will be done again. My poor little girl. Here is an old story for you. I think it is about 2 years old. I hope you enjoy it. Mike Kneading The Bread Last Christmas, Ginny gave me something I've always wanted, a bread maker. It takes ten minutes to put the ingredients into the machine and turn it on. Four hours later, I have a wonderful loaf of bread. As much as I love my new machine, when I have time, I like to make bread the old way. The dough squeezing through my fingers is somehow comforting. At first it's a bit messy, but after it has risen the first time, I knead it again. This time the dough is soft and smooth. I get lost in thought, as I turn the dough over and over. The repetitive motion is relaxing, almost hypnotizing. I let the dough rise again, pop it in the oven, and soon the house is full of it's heavenly aroma. When it's done, I wait for it to cool enough to cut that first delicious slice. As I wait, I admire it. It's a work of art, shaped and molded with time and experience. I looked at my son the other day and realized, raising children is a lot like making a loaf of bread. At first, they are tiny and helpless and yes, even messy. All the ingredients are there to create a fine human being, but we have to knead, mold, and shape them, until they rise into fine adults. Most children reach a stage, usually in their mid to late teens, where they resist the kneading. They think they no longer need our guidance or advice and believe they're ready to take on the world. Just like the first rising of the dough, we have to let them be for a bit. We need to give them space to grow and learn on their own. Somewhere in their twenties, they change again, and once more seek our advice. It's time for the second kneading. This time, however, like the dough, they are softer and ready to be kneaded and molded. They accept the fact, that we do indeed know what we are doing, and allow us to shape them the final time. My son is not ready for his second kneading, but the time will come. When it does, I'll knead and mold him. Afterward, I'll be able to look at him and say to myself, "He's a work of art, created with time and experience." I think I'm going to have a fine loaf when I'm done. Michael T. Smith I love your comments. Please send them to mtsmith@qwestonline.com. To read more stories or to sign up for my ezine, got to: http://archives.zinester.com/86758 Please share my stories, but I ask that you include the links for new members to join. To unsubscribe, see: http://www.zinester.com/cgi/unsub.cgi?86758&0& Now some comments of my past stories: Mike! I absolutely LOVED today's issue of Hearts & Humor! Those adorable quotes from Benny and Seth are too precious to forget. Bless your big heart for writing them down. How fun it will be some future day when they have kids of their own, to read to them amusing things they said as children. Thank you, Mike, for supplying me with an abundance of laughs this evening. Thank Seth and Benny for me, also. Peace and blessings, Sandi. ******************* This is a comment about an old story of mine that is on the internet. It is about helping an internet buddy of mine. He invited me to meet him and be the best man at his wedding. Hi, Michael That was a wonderful of you to be acting as a cyber dad to this young man dan and to invited to his wedding and be his best man. it's wonderful. you're experience had touch my heart. you're giving and akind hearted cyber dad. i wish that there is more people like you in the world. you be an inspiration. I do wish you can continue what you are doing.we are all connected... there are lesson to learn everyday. kind regards.......... michelle ************* Yes, Michael, you did make me laugh. I enjoyed the stories of your grandkids. I have a granddaughter (Angelina) 2 1/2 years old who I baby-sit for Monday through Friday. She keeps me very busy and always has cute and fun things to say. I am amazed at how much she has learned in this very short life of hers. Thanks for sharing your story. I also enjoyed the Parent's Wish. Diana |
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