Family Stories

Tuesday, February 7th, 2012
Family Stories
EEeewwwWWW! I had put the little tub in the kitchen sink and began bathing my new little boy. During the course of the bath, his little purple bellybutton scab fell off. I set it to the side on the counter as we finished up. My 16 month old, Tessa, was busy dancing with Barney the purple dinosaur on TV. "Let's go get Leo dressed," I called. Spinning around, she said, "No. Dancing!" I wrapped the hooded towel around my son, and went to the changing table to get my sweet-smelling baby into a onesie. We were back within a minute or two, and I put Leo in the swing beside Tessa. I went back to the sink and emptied the little tub and began to clean up. "Tessa," I called, "did you see that little thing Mommy put on the counter?" I was bending down to look for the bellybutton scab. Tessa responded, "The raisin? I ate it." My pediatrician says she'll never have to worry about having iron poor blood. But all I could say was, "EEeewwwWWW!" -Contributed by an anonymous Mom via the internet. Emma, the Literalist She hadn't been to preschool and it was almost time for kindergarten, so I signed her up at a Christian Learning Center close to home. Friends told me she needed a little "socialization" with other children so she would excel in kindergarten. The first day of class, I couldn't wait to pick her up. As I loaded her into her carseat, she clutched a little card with a big letter G on it. Under the G were the words, "God is love. 1 John 4:8." "Did you learn this verse today?" I asked. "I'm not saying it," Emma answered, her little jaw set. "Did your teacher say it?" I continued. "Yes. She said it, but I'm not saying it," came the stern reply. Hmmm . . . "God is love," I thought. "Why won't she say it?" I walked around to the driver's side, and got in. As I buckled up the seatbelt, I asked, "Did the other children in your class say it?" "Yes. They said it, but I'm not saying it," Emma countered securely. "Why won't you say it?" I asked. "Because it's not true, and I'm not saying it," she replied as she looked out the window. "What do you think it should say?" I offered. Emma looked into my eyes in the rearview mirror. "It should say, 'God loves everyone.' He doesn't love John first. I don't even know who John is!" -Contributed by an anonymous mom in Vero Beach, FL Forgiveness, Kid-Style It was a year ago that Joshua S. got a bike for Christmas, and he rode it every day. Recently, the bike was gone from its usual place. Running to his front yard, Joshua, 9, saw a man loading it into his car. He shouted, but the man drove off. Joshua's mom said that her son has strong faith, and she relayed a conversation he had with his dad where he said that he forgave the thief. What's more, he wanted the thief to know he was forgiven. So the next day, he dictated a message that his mother wrote on a large poster-board. He signed it, stapled it to a sawhorse and put it in the front yard. ''To the person who stole my bike: You really hurt my feelings when you took my bike. But I am a Christian and I FORGIVE YOU!!'' When Joshua's father left for work the next day, the sign was face-down in the yard. But then, at the end of the driveway, the bike was back, and with new handlebars, grips and a new front fork assembly. Author Unknown If you have a Favorite Family Story that you'd like to contribute, please go to our contact page and send it in! We'd love to share it with our readers.