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Child of God |
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Sean Christmas 2006 |
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Fortune and faith sometimes smiles on the grandparents
of the world. I used to believe that the biblical story of the garden of
eden was totally misgonist. I thought it was a totally unfair temptation
of a woman trying to gain knowledge and her man points a finger at her when
God comes to hold them accountable for breaking his commandment.
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Well, that was before my sweetheart and I were
blessed to care for a child born last New Years day. Both of us fell
in love with this gem called Jewel, this child of God. Both of us regarded
ourselves as professionals in child care. We had master degrees in
raising children. Some of our own children call with parenting
issues - one daughter called telling us that her youngest son called
911 complaining he was forced to eat brochelli. A son wanted
to give his mother lessons in how to change diapers. We smiled and
mused remember all the rambunctious behavior we had endured. We teased
them as they took endless photos of their child's first steps, first day
going to school and their first halloween costumes. Ah yes, we remember
it well! Then a taste of reality set it. Four AM feedings,
gas from both ends and seeing that new borns are curious about absolutely
everything, everywhere, all the time. Our world now revolved around
this helpless wonder. |
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We were amazed at how fast it was that the baby
walked - we encouraged and helped this process every day. Thinking
back maybe we should have not been in such a hurry to have her take her
first steps. I was trying to send my first story of her playing with
the remote up to my website and wondering why I was suddenly disconnected
from the web. I heard the baby's glee as she was waving the telephone
jack and hitting it against the wall of my studio. She is banished
from the studio except to sleep in her crib. My sweetheart was
on the kitchen phone telling her mother about how fast the baby was learning.
A mother bragging to her mother and suddenly the conversation ended.
The baby had managed to open and close the phone connection in the bedroom.
The baby is banished from our bedroom. Nature called me and it is
ackward to have a baby watch a guy doing his business so as I am trying
to escort her out and close the toilet bowl lid, she drops a plastic 21
questions ball in the abyss and flushes the toilet bowl. The
toilet bowl overflowth. She is now banished from the bathroom except
to take a bath. We had child-proofed the kitchen where we all
eat. Well at least we were confident that everything was safe here.
Or so we thought. The little Jewel doesn't like to eat when she's
tired, doesn't like veggies, doesn't like this, doesn't like that.
Since it was near Christmas I bought a pine wreath and made sure I put it
well out of her reach. It hung on the outside of the door. But
the heat dried out some of the seeds and they fell in the kitchen.
You guessed it. Our darling Jewel acquired a taste for pine seeds.
Now she is banished from the kitchen unless she is strapped into the high
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Did you notice a common word running through
the rooms besides Jewel? It was the word "banished".
Time to rethink the story of the Garden of Eden. |
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