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Her children rise up and bless her.
-Proverbs 31:28

"Daddyís home!"

Tiny figures stampede past, each clamoring to get the first hug, the first kiss, all squawking at once.

"I want a piggyback ride!"

"Look what I made for you!"

"Did you bring us anything?"

Daddy throws his arms wide and draws three squirming bodies off the floor. Squeals and giggles abound as he spins them around, returns them to the floor and starts chasing them in every direction.

No more quiet house. No more bathtime. No more Mama. Itís as if Iíve disappeared into the woodwork Iíve been trying to find time to clean.

He deserves this, I tell myself. He works extra hard so I can stay home with the kids. This is his reward after a long day at the office.

Who am I kidding? It hurts to see them shower affection on David, after Iíve been here, all day long, changing diapers, wiping noses and mopping spills. Iím the one whoís not allowed to have a complete thought, stay seated through a meal or enjoy an uninterrupted phone conversation.

Iím in charge of work, worry and discipline; heís in charge of fun, frolic and fantasy. Iím the maid, the cook, the school marmóand the policeman; heís the grand marshal of the nightly daddy parade.

Whereís my parade?

Of course, we made this decision together, putting my career on hold to be here for the kids. I never doubted it was the right choice for us, and I still donít. At times, however, itís hard to watch David shower, dress and disappear while I stay home, as steady and loyal as a lap dog. Just once, Iíd like to walk in the door to shouts of

"Mommyís home!"

I know Iím being silly. Think of the things he misses out on, things I wouldnít trade for the most glamorous job on the planet. He wasnít here for Mollyís first joke, when at a year old she reached into a basket of toys, pulled out a dumbbell-shaped rattle and held it across the bridge of her nose like Mommyís glasses. He didnít hear her belly laugh then or mine when Hewson at two strode through the back door naked except for a pair of muddy rubber bootsó smiling ear-to-earóto hand me a bouquet of ragweed. Heís not here when Molly hurts herself, and before I can reach her, Haley has rushed over to console her. Or when I offer Hewson a cookie, and he wonít accept it unless I give him one for each of his "sissies" as well.

I can hear the Daddy Fan Club in the bedroom, fighting over who gets to put his shoes in the closet and who may toss his shirt in the hamper. I donít see anyone wrestling me for my dishrag. But as I clear the table for dinner, I catch glimpses of our day togetherómasks we constructed from paper plates, flowers plucked on our morning walk, a mountain of library books because we had to have just one more.

Would I trade all of that for a paycheck and a little office camaraderie?

As the daddy procession heads back my way, I have to admit the trade-offs are worth it. He may have lunch out with coworkers, but I get peanut-butter-and-jelly kisses. He might exchange clever repartee with clients, but I get to snuggle up and read Good Night, Moon "just one more time."

Let him have his parade. Iíll celebrate each dayís small joys.

After all, those are perks no benefits package can offer.

© Chicken Soup for the Mothers of Preschooler's Soul


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Choir Positions Open  
(Found in an actual church bulletin)

Positions open in soprano, alto, tenor and bass. No others need apply.

PHYSICAL QUALIFICATIONS: Must be able to carry light musical notes part way across the sanctuary. Must have sufficient vision to see the director.

EXPERIENCE: No applications will be accepted from persons who have not sung, hummed, or whistled in the bathtub or shower at some time.

BEGINNING WAGE: Increased satisfaction and joy in the service of God.

FRINGE BENEFITS: Social Security. We promise you the security of social fellowship with other choir members.

HOURS: Thursday evenings from 7 to 8 PM & Sunday mornings. There is occasional opportunity for overtime.

RETIREMENT: Generally determined by the printed notes getting too small, the hymnal too heavy, notes too high, the sanctuary too hot or too cold, or the organist unable to play the notes you sing. We are an equal opportunity employer!
SMILE! :-)JESUS loves you!

Potluck Spareribs


  • 6 pounds pork spareribs
  • 1 1/2 cups ketchup
  • 3/4 cup packed brown sugar
  • 1/2 cup vinegar
  • 1/2 cup honey
  • 1/3 cup soy sauce
  • 1 1/2 teaspoons ground ginger
  • 1 teaspoon salt
  • 3/4 teaspoon ground mustard
  • 1/2 teaspoon garlic powder
  • 1/4 teaspoon pepper


  1. Cut ribs into serving-size pieces; place with the meaty side up on racks in two greased 13-in. x 9-in. x 2-in. baking pans. Cover tightly with foil. Bake at 350 degrees F for 1-1/4 hours or until meat is tender.
  2. Drain; remove racks and return ribs to pans. Combine remaining ingredients; pour over ribs. Return to the oven, uncovered, for 35 minutes or until sauce coats ribs, basting occasionally. Ribs can also be grilled over medium-hot heat for the last 35 minutes instead of baking.

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