“You are just like your mother,” the young boy huffed angrily. “I’m glad,” I replied, haughtily. I was proud of my mother. She was loving and kind, but a strong leader, always leading some charitable project. She was loved and respected at church, in our neighborhood, and in our extended family.
If you could come over to my house, I would put the tea kettle on and make you a big mug of herb tea. Then I would serve you a slice of my gooey rich Tunnel of Fudge Cake, rich chocolate cake with a ribbon of creamy fudge running through it. We would sit and talk about life, homeschooling, husbands, children, world affairs. I would encourage you, tell you that you are doing a great job, and remind you that you are the perfect parent for your child.
