19 Jul On being rich
I tucked my two-year-old into bed. Many years ago, my first child. Our bedtime ritual – we would read a devotional and say a prayer. Sometimes a sippy cup of water was placed by her head for any nighttime thirst that might arise. (The second and third children never received such pampering. They had to suffer with a dry mouth till morning.) My daughter grew daring with age and developed a sense of want, knowing how to bargain with me. “Mama, can I have coke?” she asked. Stifling a laugh, I handed her water. She took a sip. “Mama, can I have juice?” She bravely asked, handing the cup back to me as she worked her way down the list of preferred beverages. Again, no. “Milk?” No. Out of options, she accepted the water.