INSPIRATIONAL
Helen Dowd
Totally exhausted after a day of
chasing goats, chickens, ducks,
geese, dogs and cats, and three
preschool children, I dropped into my
lazy boy chair.
I had no sooner dozed off when the
six school-aged children burst in from
school, all tumbling over each other,
trying to be the first to tell me about
their day.
I closed my eyes, trying hard not
to let the tears escape. I wanted to
shout at the children, tell them to
“be quiet!” But I didn't have to.
Lucile, the oldest girl, a very softhearted, caring child, saw my distress
and asked, “Mom? What's wrong?”
It was then the tears really came.
Usually I welcomed their enthusiasm,
but today I just wished the whole
world would vanish, and take me
with it.
Being only twenty-eight, and having
nine foster children ranging in age
from four to fourteen was sometimes
a bit much.
It had been one of those days!
The responsibility and work was
sometimes
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