This is one good story that is worth telling. I was reading the story and I just can’t imagine not blogging about it. This story is from the book of Cheryl Kirking, Ripples of Joy. If you are in a bookstore, check the book out you will surely reading it. The story goes like this.
When Joey was 5 years old, his kindergarten teacher told the class to draw a picture of something that they love. Joey drew a picture of his family, and then he took his red crayon and drew a big circle around the stick figures on his paper. Joey wanted to write a word on top of the circle, so he got up from his chair and approached the teacher’s desk
“Teacher,” he asked, “how do you spell----?”
When Joey got home from school that day, he remembered his drawing and dug it out of his pocket. He smoothed it out on the kitchen table, got a pencil from his backpack, and looked at the big red circle. Joey’s mother was busy cooking supper, but Joey wanted to finish the picture before he showed it to her.
“Mom, how do you spell----?”
“Joey, can’t you see I am busy right now? Why don’t you go outside and play? And don’t slam the door,” she told him.
“Daddy, how do you spell----?”
“Joey I’m reading the paper right now, and I don’t want to be bothered. Why don’t you go outside and play? And don’t slam the door.”
When Joey was twenty-eight years old, his daughter Annie drew a picture. It was a picture of their family. Joey laughed when five-year-old Annie pointed to a squiggle stick figure and said, “That’s you daddy!”
Annie laughed too. Joey looked at the big rd circle his daughter had drawn around the stick figures and began to slowly trace the circle with his finger.
Annie positioned the pencil point near the top of the big red circle. “Daddy, how do you spell LOVE?” she asked.
Joey gathered the child in his arms and guided her small hand as he helped her form the letters.
“Love is spelled T-I-M-E,” he told her.