When Rebekah was five years old, her daddy was packing for a business trip. To soothe her anxieties about his absence, he put her in charge of taking care of me.
When he left in the morning, he gave Rebekah careful care instructions. Each morning she was supposed to remind Mommy to take her pill and bring her coffee in bed. Before going to bed that night, Rebekah, fearful she wouldn’t remember her Daddy’s instructions, told her sister Grace, “remember me to forget Mommy’s pill in the morning.”
While reading the last paragraph of a news story online, I was tying my shoes so I could go for a walk with Rebekah.
She came in and stood watching me. “Wow, you can tie your shoes without looking?”
I guess I didn’t know how talented I am. Her admiration was immeasurable.
“Mom, you’re just amazing.”
She continued by commenting on another talent she obviously admired.
“You can tie your shoes without looking and you can type without looking. You’re too cool mom, it’s like you have two heads.”
I guess one if for doing and one for thinking, but one is invisible. That still makes me amazing.
(pic of two heads not available)
Rebekah was asking her Daddy a deep theological question a few years back.
“How do you get to Heaven?” she asked.
“What do you think?” prodded her Dad, wondering if anything we had taught was beginning to sink in.
Her answer showed she was getting her Bible lessons and her kids books mixed up.