Come Look with Me Through the Eyes of a Child

By Patricia A. Sherrick

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• Language: English
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• Release date: Sep 13, 2010
• ISBN: 9781453572719

Patricia A. Sherrick

Patricia A. Boop Sherrick was born in Lima, Ohio, growing up on East Fourth St., in Perry Township. Her sisters are Lucille and Joan and she has two brothers, Ted and Terry Boop. Pat and husband Jim have been married 46 years and have 17 grandchildren and 2 great grandchildren.

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Copyright © 2010 by Patricia Sherrick.

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Contents

THROUGH THE EYES OF A CHILD

Thoughts of a two year old

Little Butterfly—1982-83

Thou Shalt Not Taunt the Bumblebee—July 2000

Here We Come—September 10, 2005

The Garden That Grew Shoes—September 22, 2000

No, No, Don’t Put Me Down—March 12, 2001

Following in Dad’s Shoes—July 14, 2001

In Daddy’s Shoes—song—2001

Who’s Been Sleeping in My Bed?—October 25, 2001

The Life of a Child—January 17, 2004

GRANDMA, ARE YOU LISTENING?

Anna With the Big Brown Eyes—May 22, 2000

The Ghost in the Cornfield—September 26, 2000

A Forty Ounce Present—September 27, 2000

I Love to go to Grandma’s House—October 22, 2000

Building Memories With Grandma—March 15, 2001

Up At the Crack of Dawn—March 15, 2001

Grandma, Your Wrinkles Are Showing—March 22, 2001

AUDREY, GOD’S LITTLE SUNBEAM—APRIL 17, 2001

CUTEST LITTLE BABY FACE—APRIL 25, 2001

ONE, TWO, THREE STRIKES, YOU’RE OUT—May 18, 2001

LITTLE BUNNY LOST—June 16, 2001

THE VOICE OF A BABE—July 22, 2001

WHAT WAS I THINKING OF?—July 24, 2001

LOOK AT US GROW—SEPTEMBER 10, 2001

THE LONG AWAITED GEORGIA PEACH—OCTOBER 10, 2001

DROPLETS OF REFRESHING—October 12, 2001

IF THIS HOUSE COULD TELL—ORIGINAL WRITING 1991 REVISED 10/19/01

YIPES, HE CAN SING SOPRANO—MARCH 02, 2002

HAPPY BIRTHDAY BENJAMIN (ALIAS LITTLE BURLIN)—March 04, 2002

IF ALL IS QUIET—MARCH 31, 2002

CAN’T I STAY A WHILE LONGER?—APRIL 21, 2002

IS IT RAINING AGAIN?—MAY 12, 2002

SHOWERS OF BLESSING—JULY 19, 2002

A LITTLE LAD NAMED T.J.—SEPTEMBER 2002

Yep, It’s me—I’M THE BIG 3—SEPTEMBER 2002

GRANDMA, DID YOU MISS ME?—SEPTEMBER 02, 2002

GRANDMA, IS THAT REALLY YOU?—September 03, 2002

IT’S ME, ALYSSA—SEPTEMBER 14, 2002

CAN I STILL COME TO VISIT WHEN I’M FIVE?

LET ME TALK TO LILY—JANUARY 03, 2003

YOU BEHAVE FOR GRANDMA, UNDERSTAND?—JANUARY 05, 2003

SCHYLER’S GRAND ENTRANCE—JANUARY 24, 2003

THE JOY OF A CHILD’S SMILE—AUGUST 05, 2003

A LITTLE GIRL TO WIN MY HEART—SEPTEMBER 14, 2004

THE LITTLE BOY GOD MADE—SEPTEMBER 10, 2006

IF NOT FOR LITTLE GIRLS—SEPTEMBER 10, 2006

I GIVE BLESSINGS OF JOY—JANUARY 17, 2007

ONLY A BOY—MARCH 02, 2007

HE’S MY GRANDPA

BINGIE, A JOLLY GRANDPA—January 10, 2001

A NAMESAKE FOR GRANDPA—JANUARY 11, 2001

WHAT ARE GRANDPAS MADE OF?—JANUARY 23, 2002

GRANDPA, LET’S GO TO THE WOODS—FEBRUARY 27, 2002

THE CROWN OF OLD MEN—FEBRUARY 11, 2006

Share their childhood

LOOKING THROUGH THE EYES OF A CHILD—JULY 22, 2000

AMBER’S THOUGHTS ABOUT JESUS—JANUARY 2001

THE SNOW FORT THAT LOVE BUILT—JANUARY 08, 2001

MOVE OVER SCHYLER—FEBRUARY 28, 2001

MY NEW BABY SISTER, KATIE-BUG—MARCH 13, 2001

GRANDMA’S NOTES ABOUT KATIE-BUG—MARCH 13, 2001

GO TO SLEEP, LITTLE BROTHER—APRIL 15, 2001

OH, I KNOW YOU! JUNE 24, 2001

I’M ALMOST FOUR—SEPTEMBER 25, 2001

YOUR LITTLE MIRACLE IS ON ITS WAY—SEPTEMBER 2001

JORDAN’S BROKEN CARTWHEEL—MAY 17, 2002

LOOK AT THOSE BABY FEET MOVE—JUNE 12, 2002

IS IT A BUTTERFLY YET?—JULY 03, 2002

I TOLD YOU SO, GRANDMA—SEPTEMBER 20, 2002

I WANT A SHOT, TOO!—NOVEMBER 24, 2002

Shh, I Hear Mom—Summer 2004

JUMPIN JIMENY—AUGUST 18, 2005

SHADES OF SPLINTERING GLASS—DECEMBER 21, 2005

OH, LORD, I STAND IN AWE OF THEE—2007

LOOK WHAT WE STARTED—SUMMER OF 2007

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, CHRIS—JANUARY 08, 2007

IRONING OUT THE WRINKLES—JANUARY 15, 2007

WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE, YOU BIG BULLY—May 24, 2007

GRANDPA, I HAVE FEELINGS TOO—JUNE 13, 2008

LIFE’S STAIRCASE TO HEAVEN—MAY 03, 2006

NOW WHEN I WAS A KID

SISTER—AUGUST 2000

I REMEMBER MY TEACHER—JANUARY 18, 2001

THE MAGNIFICENT PUMP ORGAN—JANUARY 13, 2001

DON’T WORRY, GRANDMA MINGIE—FEBRUARY 12, 2001

Fruit of Seed Sown (Salvation Memories)—February 12, 2001

IT’S CHERRY PICKING TIME—JUNE 2001

GOD’S CREATIONS

ON WINGS FROM HEAVEN—NOVEMBER 11, 2000

AUNT EVA—HOME WITH THE LORD—FEBRUARY 26, 2001

GOD’S HANDIWORK—MARCH 01, 2001

LOOK AT ALL THE DANDYLIONS—MAY 02, 2001

RUTHIE, SPECIAL ANGEL—JUNE 4, 2001

KISS IT MOMMY, MAKE IT WELL—JULY 14, 2001

HEAVEN’S BABY LAND—MAY 02, 2002

LITTLE BLESSING OF GOD—FEBRUARY 28, 2005

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, KATIE—MARCH 01, 2002

THE STING OF SIN—OCTOBER 23, 2005

A LITTLE PEARL SENT BY GOD—MARCH 05, 2008

LISTEN CLOSE AND YOU WILL HEAR, THE SOUND OF ANGEL WINGS SO NEAR—OCTOBER 27, 2008

THOU WILT KEEP HIM IN PERFECT PEACE

TELL THEM HOW MUCH YOU LOVE THEM—AUGUST 25, 2000

HERE IT IS—2001—JANUARY 01, 2001

MY CHILDREN, DO YOU REMEMBER?—FEBRUARY 2001

NEW LIFE IN SPRING—MARCH 22, 2001

DO YOU REMEMBER WHEN?—DECEMBER 20, 2001

JEANNIE’S DANCING SHOES—MARCH 07, 2002

SONG—JEANNIE’S DANCING SHOES:

HEADS UP, WINTER HAS ARRIVED—MARCH 25, 2002

DON’T MAKE THE SAME MISTAKE—AUGUST 21, 2002

WALK WITH A BELIEVER—NOVEMBER 01, 2002

ARE YOU WILLING?—2002

OH, HOW I WOULD LIKE TO TALK WITH YOU, MOM—JANUARY 09, 2003

DAISY, OUR LITTLE FLOWER—OCTOBER 25, 2003-DECEMBER 25, 2004

WHERE ARE YOU, MY CHILD?—APRIL 20, 2005

GOD CREATED YOU SPECIALLY FOR ME—JULY 1, 2005

AH, THOU GOD SEEST ME—DECEMBER 23, 2005

MY HEART HOLDS SWEET MEMORIES—2005

ONE LIFE TO LIVE—AUGUST 05, 2006

REFLECTIONS OF MY MOTHER—AUGUST 22, 2006

HEAVEN’S GATES ARE OPENED WIDE—AUGUST 28, 2006

GOD’S REFINING ME—APRIL 17, 2007

EVERYONE NEEDS AN ENCOURAGER—2008

WHAT IS LIFE—SEPTEMBER 10, 2008

ONCE UPON A TIME

STRUTMORE, THE ROOSTER—NOVEMBER 19, 2000

WHERE DID THAT COME FROM?—JANUARY 13, 2002

GOD’S INTERVENING POWER—MARCH 05, 2002

THE BUSHYTAIL FAMILY—APRIL 28, 2002

IN SEARCH OF A DELICATE BITE—MAY 04, 2002

DANCE OF THE SNOWMAN—OCTOBER 2002

MADDIE’S PINK SLIPPERS—OCTOBER 02, 2004

COME ON, LET’S FIGHT—JANUARY 26, 2006

THE ENERGIZER BUNNIES—APRIL 03, 2006

STILL SMALL VOICE OF GOD

AM I GETTING TOO FAR AHEAD OF YOU, LORD?—APRIL 08, 2001

PEACE, PEACE, WHICH THE WORLD KNOWS NOT—MAY 24, 2001

DON’T WEEP FOR ME, I’M FREE NOW—OCTOBER 02, 2001

THE FAITHFUL SERVANT—OCTOBER 28, 2001

OF WHAT DOES A LIFE CONSIST?—DECEMBER 16, 2001

THROUGH IT ALL, I’VE LEARNED TO TRUST—JUNE 06, 2006

I HAVE WHAT??

REFLECTIONS—FACE TO FACE WITH GOD—MARCH 14, 15, 2001

PRIDE GOETH BEFORE A FALL—APRIL 01, 2001

BEHAVE THYSELF, BODY—JUNE 27, 2002

DO YOU HEAR GOD CALLING YOU?—JULY 27, 2002

WHY CAN’T I BE SOMEONE ELSE?—DECEMBER 21, 2002

WITH A SPRING IN MY STEP AND A SONG IN MY HEART—July 25, 2003

MAY I HAVE THIS DANCE?—JANUARY 08, 2004

LOOK EVERYONE, IT’S REALLY JUST ME!—SEPTEMBER 11, 2004

GOD MUST HAVE A SENSE OF HUMOR—AUGUST 21, 2005

GOD SEES A BROKEN SPIRIT—2005

IS THAT ALL THERE IS TO LIFE?—JANUARY 01, 2006

PRETTY ADAMANT RASCAL—JANUARY 15, 2006

WE’RE IN THE PINK OF THINGS—APRIL 29, 2006

ONE FOOT IN THE DOOR—MAY 06, 2006

SAIL THROUGH THE TRYING TIMES—OCTOBER 18, 2008

I DON’T UNDERSTAND. WHAT IS WRONG, GRANDMA?—February 15, 2009

BLESS BE THE FAMILY TIES

OH, THE LOVE OF A GRANDMA—NOVEMBER 20, 2000

WHAT IS THAT ODOR?—JULY 28, 2002

IS THAT WHERE I LIVE?—DECEMBER 05, 2002

THAT’S NOT NICE, GRANDMA—MAY 2006

MOMMY, I DON’T FEEL WELL—MAY 04, 2006

What Appears Different About Him?—December 07, 2007

WHAT?—FEBRUARY 25, 2008

IF MY PEOPLE SHALL PRAY

LORD, THOU ART OUR STRENGTH AND OUR REFUGE—OCTOBER 11, 2001

BETWEEN GOD AND MAN—FEBRUARY 03, 2003

GOD’S MAILBOX IS FULL—OH, REALLY?—FEBRUARY 2003

THE LITTLE LADY AND THE LORD—2003

LOOK WHAT I’VE BROUGHT YOU, GRANDMA—AUGUST 04, 2007

OH MOMMY, I HURT—2008

WHERE HAVE ALL THE YEARS GONE?—JANUARY 03, 2009

AND THEN, THERE IS JACOB—NOVEMBER 05, 2009

LAYKEN LEIGH IS A BABE FULL OF GLEE—10/26/09

COME ON IN, THE WATER IS FINE—SUMMER 2004

LAYKEN LEIGH’S BIRTHDAY—APRIL 02, 2010

FATHER, I RAISE MY HANDS IN PRAYER—JUNE 17, 2010

Tim’s thoughts about heaven

Acknowledgements:

I gratefully acknowledge the following songs included in this book:

You Are My Sunshine—Jimmie H. Davis, Charles Mitchell

Tell It to Jesus—Edmund S. Lorenz

Baby Face—Benny Davis, Harry Akst, Publisher—Warner Brothers

Whiter than Snow—James L. Nicholson

Jesus Loves Me—Anne Barlett Warner, William B. Bradbury

THROUGH THE EYES OF A CHILD

Thoughts of a two year old

I’ve recently turned two, a magical age, so much ahead of me. There are cupboard doors to open, shelves of pots, pans and lids to clang together while on my knees. I can just touch the top of Mommy’s sink and can reach tall enough, now you see, to dump my glass of water all down the sink and all over me. Mommy smacks my fingers, or an area unmentioned and says, no, no to a forbidden place. It pains my Mommy to have to say no as she looks at my bewildered face.

Oh, the joy of getting into my brother’s model cars, treasures, and such a past-time I must say, I love very much. I feel so big as I strut around in sister’s shoes and clothes. Her big girl boots make me feel so grown up.

Just a minute ago, I happened upon sister Sue’s pink lipstick. It whirled across my lips, face and hands, so creamy, so delightful. Daddy said I looked like a clown, brothers and sister laughed. Mommy, with hands on hips, said oh, no, Cari. And so, very soon, all the pretty roses I had painted on my face, with quick wipes of soap and water, Mommy did erase.

What’s this? What’s that? Who’s That? What Happened? Oh, so full of questions. Grown-ups chuckle at the endless number. My little mind is so bright, searching, gaining all that my Maker has in store for me.

Kiss it, Mommy, and make the hurt go away. Mother lightly kisses and caresses the hurt, the tears and wounded pride. My small feet amble to the floor, away from Mother’s restful arms and off to a new place of adventure; my eager young mind ever searching, touching, seeing, feeling, a baby’s realm of splendor.

My Daddy is weary when he comes home, but never too tired to call, Where’s my little girl, whom I love, my little two year old?

Oft, I want to be a good helper as Jesus tells me to do. I say, I help you, Mommy, and she replies with a loving smile and a big hug, Thank you, my big girl. Oh, I feel so warm inside and so big in my shoes to have had a part in fixing supper, making the bed or whatever it is Mommy lets me do.

You’ve been with me as I’ve journeyed through my two’s. You’ve met my family who love and pray for me as I step through my growing years, with each day bringing new joys, growth, and yes, baby tears. That’s all part of my growing up. I know, for I’ve been there not so long ago.

As the night comes and along with it sleep, and I awake to a new morn, I’m just on the verge, you see, of what grown ups call, whew, the challenging threes.

Written with love for my two year old, Cari.

Little Butterfly—1982-83

Little butterfly, flitting happily along, all dressed up in frilly gown, sailing with the breeze as one having no home. You are an adventurer, pretty butterfly, out to see new sights; staying out of reach of my hands, as I try to catch you with all my might.

Little butterfly, what would you look like if you had legs such as I, strong to run instead of fly? Why I would think then you would not be so pretty; for when man tries to change God’s creation, such a pity! Written by Burlin Sherrick (8th grade)

Thou Shalt Not Taunt the Bumblebee—July 2000

Summertime brings memories clear of times in my childhood I hold dear. In the heat of the summer, as I recall, Dad and Uncle John upon the roof did go, wishing they were anywhere but there, amid the humming of bumblebees in the air.

My brothers and I, looking for something to do and not be idle, for, no roofers were we, hapt to notice amid the sound of roofing flurry, pound, pound, pound, hurry, hurry, hurry, the bumblebees were flying around, up and down to the sound of the workers, pound, pound, pound.

Why, I’ll just scare those old bees away with a few sticks and stones. There, that ought to do it; as I said to my self, school-bee, school-bee. The bees, much to my dismay, had other thoughts to liven my day.

Barry, said Dad, you’d better not tease those doggone bees. Ere Dad scarcely had time to count to three, why those old bees had started a pattern aimed directly at me. They knew the target they would surely hit. Let’s gettem boys, they seemed to say. My Mom yelled, Barry, they’re after you, run, run, Kid. And so I did, me, Mom and the bees toward the door. My heart beating fast, my hair standing on end, I scarcely remember what happened at all. The bees buzzed crazily in my red hair (a definite color target for them doggone bees), mad with their stingers in action. They were ready to hit that red target, with much satisfaction.

Mom fluffed my hair quickly to get those bees away, and we both got safely inside on that hot, steamy day. Well, almost, for my Mom felt the sting of the bumble-madness that day as they lay a welt on her hand, a welt meant for me.

The bees hit the door that day, buzz buzz, buzzing angrily. I did learn a very good lesson that day you see, never to taunt the bumblebee.

Written for Barry Sherrick, Mom’s bumblebee aggravator.

Here We Come—September 10, 2005

You know, we never thought the day would get here; we’re in school, just like the other kids in our family. Can you believe that; I wonder what Mom does when she sees us off to school? I’ll bet she puts her feet up in the recliner and let’s out a big whew; it sure is peaceful and quiet around this old house!

Boy, were we ever scared. Ya know, that can be pretty hairy, scary for us little kids, getting on that big yella bus and then looking up at that big school building we go to.

Who would have thought T. J. and me, Shelby, would be in kindigarten this year. I wish Mom would have prepared me and T.J. better for this. Oh, Mom, is it 7:00 in the morning already? It can’t be time to get ready for school; I just laid down in my bed. Oh, Oh, I’m so sleepy yet.

I don’t feel good, Mom (do you think she’ll believe that?). Maybe if I start coughing a little bit, she’ll take my temperature and realize I’m really sick. Shelby, I have such a hard time sitting still at school . . . there’s just a need in a little boy to be up and around, not sitting still so long in my seat.

Oh, T. J., be brave, it’s only for a little while; maybe the teacher will let you put your head down on your desk and take a little nap when you are tired. Do you like your teacher, T J.? I sure wish we were in the same class, don’t you Shelby? We wuddn’t be no trouble, would be T.J.?

Well, look at it like this Shelby; we are quick learners when we want to be, so maybe when we get onto the routine of this school thing, we’ll ackshually enjoy it. You know, I met a cute little girl at school today, Shelby. She ackshually likes my song I sang to her; You are my sunshine, my only sunshine. You know how I know she liked the song, Shelby? She ran away when I sang to her, and that’s what girls do to get us boys to chase them!

T. J., that is not why she ran away . . . Oh, never mind, you woodn’t understand. T.J., that’s enough about school; we’re having a birthday party to celebrate our 6th birthday. I’m so proud of us, T. J. Can I give my brother a big hug? For, though I don’t say it often, I’m glad you’re my twin brother, T.J. I Love you too, Shelby.

Written by Grandma Sherrick cause we’re jusstt learnin how to spell and writ gode enuf to rede it. xoxoxo T.J. and Shelby McPheron

The Garden That Grew Shoes—September 22, 2000

Two little lads went out to play; it was a beautiful sunny day. Mommie told the boys to stay close by in the yard. It had rained the day before and the garden was quite muddy. Mommie knew it would take several days of ole Mr. Sun to dry up the garden.

The flowers were lapping up all the drops of rain God had placed upon their petals; everything came alive out in Mommy’s garden. The bees were busily humming and probing their noses into the painted mix of flowers. Little snails were slowly trailing along. The tiny hummingbirds were sipping on the sweet nectar in the feeder, darting away quickly as if startled by a noise.

Here comes Mommy’s two little boys, Ronnie and Burlin. Burlin, let’s go find some fishin worms out in Mommy’s garden. But, Ronnie, don’t you remember? Mommy said to stay here in the yard. Well, one little boy ventured out into the garden and the other one followed.

The little boys didn’t seem to notice the sticky mud grabbing at their shoes and holding on tight, making a squish, squish noise with every step. Old Mr. Stick-in-the-Mud got hold of those little fella’s shoes and held on tightly. Oh, Oh, Ronnie and Burlin cried. Help, Mommy, help. We’re stuck in the mud and cannot move. Oh, will Mommy never come; doesn’t she hear us?

The sticky mud held on tight to those shoes as the little boys squirmed to free themselves. They started to sob and their eyes filled with tears as they longingly looked toward their home, hoping Mommy would hear their cries.

Mommies seem to have an extra set of eyes and ears, watching over their little ones and she did hear their cries. Where, oh where could those boys be? They couldn’t have gotten very far she thought as she peered in and around the corn rows.

Throwing aside her shoes, she stepped through the sticky, sticky mud and there, at the far corner of the garden, she spotted the two tearful lads, standing together, feet in shoes and shoes stuck in the mud.

Mommy lifted her little lads out of their shoes and left the shoes out in the garden. I suppose Ronnie and Burlin were fearing Mommy’s scolding, but, you know, she didn’t. She was so thankful she had them safe at home and gave them kisses and hugs, a good scrubbing and dry clothing.

Grandpa Sherrick often asked the boys long after that incident, have you grown any shoes in your garden lately?

No, No, Don’t Put Me Down—March 12, 2001

Into God’s wondrous and beautiful world one day came, a baby boy so fair, lots of sandy hair, bright eyed is he. Cameron is his name and he’s the joy of Mommy, Daddy, precious to his grandparents, too, you know.

Cameron’s nurses fondly say, hey, little man, what’s the matter? Why do you cry? Do you hear the nurses busy chatter? Do you want to be the center of attention today?

Why, I, Cameron, can surely let them know, barely whimpering at first, the answer to their questions. Then, if no one takes notice, I build up to a loud wail. That will let them know, "this little lad has quite a tale to tell of life here, in the NIC UNIT.

I’ve just discovered in just a short time, you see, my needs would be quickly met and someone would hurry to my cradelette when they hear me singing in my best baby voice, the Wah, wah, wah lullaby. It’s not that I mean to be a bother, you see, but ’tis so comforting to me that someone should pick me up and speak softly face to face. So, I mention that babies need that special attention to feel wanted and loved.

Soon, I’ll fall asleep, as I lie here in someone’s warm caress, dreaming baby thoughts and smiling now and then in my dreams. The nurse who is holding me lays me down and quietly backs away. With my eyes closed, ears open, I faintly hear her say, what do you know? It seems Cameron’s fallen fast asleep. Though snuggly tight the blankets round me are wrapped, I soon discover the very fact that someone has put me down.

Around the clock this goes on, the routine I’ve so quickly learned, I’ll tell you. They change my diaper, wash me clean, change IV lines, so tangled, and the nurses do their charting as well. They pick me up and hug me close (I feel their loving heart beat close to mine). You’re doing just fine, little man, they say and I feel so warm all over, wanting to be held forever.

I’m growing older, though not yet big in size and soon hope to go home with loving parents and grandparents dear, who tell me what I thrill to hear, Cameron, we love you so much, you are our biggest and best prize ever.

When I leave the NIC unit, another baby will soon fill this cradle and vie for attention of nurses who surround. Then, all too soon, they’ll hear the cry of that new baby who, too, will say, No, no, don’t put me down.

Written by Grandma Sherrick for a baby boy in the NIC unit named Cameron.

Following in Dad’s Shoes—July 14, 2001

Hey, That’s us on the front page of the newspaper. How did that happen? Grandma has been at it again, hasn’t she? Grandma sent our pictures and our Daddy’s pictures in for a Father/Son look-alike page.

You must realize that we boys are watching our daddies really close. We see him as he gets up for breakfast and whether he gets up in a good mood, or as I’ve heard Mommy call him, an old bear.

I see him give Mommy a kiss on the cheek and say, Good morning, dear. He finishes up his coffee and breakfast; he doesn’t see me watching him. If Dad can eat all his breakfast, then, so can I.

He goes into the bathroom, stands before the mirror and stares at the man looking back at him. I watch to see if that man in the mirror is gonna talk with my dad. Daddy puts on this puffy white stuff that smells really good.

I pick up my play razor and put some of that stuff on my face, saying to Dad, Look at me. I’m shaving just like you. Dad looks from side to side in the mirror, running his hand over his face; I do that to my face, too. My, aren’t we handsome, Daddy?

My dad gets in and takes a shower without Mom even telling him to; guess I’d better start doing that on my own, too.

He puts this stuff on his skin called aftershave . . . phew! Do I have to wear that too, Dad?

Now he has to go to work, so Mom can get his money and spend it. Daddy said that’s what Mommy does best. Mommy put her hands on her hips and gave Dad the strangest look.

Daddy comes home from work and I know he is tired. But, I beg and beg, Please Daddy, won’t you play ball outside with me? Mommy says she needs a catcher’s mask when she plays ball with me, cause I smack a mean ball."

At meal times, I try my best to eat good and not be so finicky. I want to be like Dad and try everything Mommy sets before me. I wonder what food my Daddy eats that causes a spare tire for Mommy says he has one. Where is it, Mom? I’d sure like to know where he keeps that tire.

Daddy, most of all, I want to follow in your footsteps, cause you love Jesus, don’t you, Dad? I know Jesus obeyed his earthly father, Joseph, and helped Joseph in his carpenter work.

Will you show me how to step into your big shoes, Daddy? I know they won’t fit my small feet just now, but, before you know it, I’ll be all grown up and out into the world just like you.

Daddy, won’t you please teach me the things of Jesus that I need to know, for when I’m all grown up, with a son of my own, I’ll need to instruct him wisely as you have taught me. I’m waiting for you and my eyes are watching you, Daddy.

Written by Grandma Sherrick for: Jared, (Ron’s son), Benjamin (Burlin’s son), Logan (Barry’s son) Christopher,