Somehow I could always put myself in the place of those boys and girls in the stories, especially the mischievous ones. They were so familiar they seemed almost like family.
I had the perfect opportunity to put the lessons I learnt in the stories to work when I was about seven years old. Mommy had given into my constant nagging and let me assist her with wrapping some coins. I’m sure I was more of a hindrance than a help getting in the way and chattering away a mile a minute. For some reason, maybe a seven year old chatterbox, Mommy couldn’t seem to wrap the coins properly.
Guess who stepped in to save the day? Yes it was me. I remembered the repetitive lessons from the Uncle Arthur’s Bedtime stories I said to her, “Mommy why don’t we ask Jesus to help us?” She indulgently agreed. So we stopped a minute, said a quick prayer and then went back to work. Shortly afterwards I miraculously got one wrapped.
"See Mommy,” I told her beaming, “didn’t I say we should ask Jesus to help us?”
“Yes Baby” she said smiling. She never let on that I had still wrapped it completely wrong.
|My sweet mom and me in her hat.|