Written by Jennifer deAzevedo Suttner How many times can your kids ask that question before you go a little nuts? I recently went on a two-and-a-half-hour drive with 2 young kids and that question was asked 5 times in the
“Mother dear, I love you so,
Your happy smiling face
Is such a joy to look at,
It makes home a lovely place”
This was a song I sang many years ago as little girl in Jr. Sunday School. Our mothers wore corsages, got a long-stemmed carnation or a little plant from the church, and had either had breakfast in bed prepared by the children with help from Father, or went out after church services to a nice place for lunch.
I am a Baby-Boomer, born in the post-World War II years between 1946 and 1956.
Usually I’d introduce myself, but if you’re reading this I’m guessing that you already know me. I’m that little boy on your TV, forever frozen in time as a 3-7 year old. Some people can tell they’re getting older when