Being Faithful Without Being Told Things
When I was a child, my mother read regularly to my siblings and me, and together we paged through all the children’s classics. I loved the sound of her voice repeating the familiar words and…
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Hidden Treasures
Shortly after my family and I moved to Bloomington, Indiana, three years ago, my six-year-old son invited a neighbor boy over to play. The neighbor asked if they could go geode hunting in the wooded creek behind our house. I did not know what geodes were or what kind of artillery might be required to hunt them, but I sent the boys out with my blessing, hoping they could not get into too much trouble. A little while later, I saw them staggering out of the woods, splattered with mud and clay. They were carrying a heavy rounded rock, which they dumped unceremoniously on the porch.
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