Grooming with braids or plaiting of the hair!

Now to unbraid them:)

Thanksgiving at the Leaders'

I heard you got a spankypoo, the other day...OOOOOH or ouch!

I am sorry that you got a spanking for not listening. But, I am grateful for your father who loves you enough to tell you something and follow through with the spanking for not listening. Don't miss the beauty of the relationship that you have with him and enjoy, even these annoying little reminders that you are not grown yet. You will be grown for a very long time. Stay a boy for a little while longer, please.

Life With Father

LWF Don't miss the beauty of the testimony of Clarence Day Jr. 1936 was a good year for fatherhood. It seems to have been a year that was before people forgot what fatherhood looked like, for wars' sakes.

My poor father was born in 1939 and he lamented daily his lack of a father. His cry was felt by his daughters. You have us, we tried to console him. You have a mommy and a grand mommy and a sister and "Auntie"{I say she was better than any father, I've met} remind me to tell you of her. None of these great gifts could comfort him. I think William Powell's acting out Father was some comfort to my dad. I've seen much of my father trying to imitate this character. That's what He was going for. He reached into the darkness of his imagination to try to find what he was to be as father. I knew my father, very well. We shared and talked much to each other. All that he wrote, he shared with me, though not much of it was very memorable.

Knowing your own father gives you choices. You can choose pieces of him that you want and you can cast off things that you don't like about him. The younger children see the effects of father's treatment on each elder child and can choose to follow closely or not at all. You can go your own way, but even this is a reaction to what your father has done. Without your father, imagination reigns and leads. There is no temperance from your own extremities. That was my father's plight. I respect that he made an attempt at the impossible. I respect that he made an impact on our lives, for his own lack's sake. I share this great story of fatherhood, not for fatherhoods' sake, but for mother. I have grown to respect motherhood more for Clarence Day's testimony of his mother. I love that she touched them so deeply. I hope that you will be challenged to be more than any of us could have been as a "Man of God", for having read this.