Friendship -By Donna

Friendship is a gift from God. But what makes the best kind of friend? One that will get the dried lipstick off your teeth! Another characteristic is that a great friend is fun.  Karla and I have had enough fun to last a lifetime! We can have fun anywhere and anytime. Standing in line at a deli one day we were trying to decide what we could eat. We told the young man behind us to go around us. His reply, “Oh no, I am enjoying the show!”

A friend should be loyal, caring, and honest. More importantly friendship is the opportunity to love and serve others rather than having others love and serve you. To have good friends, you must be a good friend.

Above the Call of Duty

Karla and I are often doing for one another. We don’t keep tabs, or pay each other back, because “it all comes out in the wash” as our mothers would say. Recently, Karla went above and beyond the call of duty for me. I needed Travis, my oldest son, who is away at college, to make an important phone call, but he was in class. I was going to call and see if they would take the information from me, but I was sure they wouldn’t since he is over 18. So, Karla volunteered.

Impersonating

The plan was for me to call, and if they asked to speak to Travis, she was going to impersonate him. I told her to talk like a young guy, not real formal. I wrote all the needed information on a paper for her to have handy. We sat in the quiet car, and I dialed the number. As I suspected, when I told her his birth date, she asked to speak to him. I handed it to Karla, and  put it on speaker phone. She changed to her most manly voice, and the conversation went something like this:

Karla: “Yea.”   

Lady:  “Yea! What are you saying yea for, I haven’t even asked you a question yet.”

Karla: “Sorry.”

Lady:  “What is your name?”

Karla: “Travis Tumlin”        

Lady:  “Spell that.”

Karla:  “Tumin.” (I whispered to Karla, “you spelled it wrong! It’s T-u-m-l-i-n)  

Lady:  “Ma’am!  Are you spelling your son’s name for him? Is your mom spelling your name for you?”

Karla:  “Sorry Ma’am, I got a little confused. I haven’t been feeling so good lately.”

The conversation went on and the lady who seemed very upset with Travis to begin with became sympathetic. (I think she thought he was not the brightest crayon in the box!) One of the last things she said to him was an email address and she added, “It’s www., now honey that’s three w’s in a row.  And good luck now.”

That was one of the funniest moments we have ever had. Friendship often goes to great lengths.

Being a good friend is just as important as having a good friend. Make a choice to be a good friend to someone today.  

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Simplicity: Kazoo Moments -By Karla

Tonight I sat at an elementary school watching a group of first graders sing about love and presidents, all the biggies of February. (We teachers try not to leave out anyone or anything.) So, they began with a song about how George Washington really didn’t wear a wig; he just powdered his hair. Ending with a ditty about what it means to be a good friend. 

Transported Back in Time

It took almost no time to whisk my mind back to when my two now-grown children were on a stage in elementary school. Memories flooded my mind. Lindsey singing a little solo, and Rachel’s big shout about guacamole. She had a horrid raspy voice. Even though she had a horribly hoarse voice—the show had to go on! I grinned at the thought of my lugging around the huge camcorder in my jumper dress. The three of us were so proud of their success.

A Simple View Point

The look on the kids’ faces tonight reminded me of how simple life is from their perspective at times. Joy oozed from their smiles when they pulled out kazoos and began tooting a tune!

I was there with my family-friends, whose children call me Nana. Although we had already made a potty trip immediately before the program started, my sweet four-year-old Rylynn needed to go again around the third song. What fun she was having being at her big brother’s school. She washed her hands from the water that sprayed out of the trough-like sink, adding even more excitement of the evening.

As we dodged the parents filming children through a phone, who would have ever thought that 25 years ago, I watched my Colby. Surely, every other child on that stage was as cute to someone as he was to me. My eyes stayed glued to him, watching his little arms shoot up and down not missing a beat. He seemed so proud of himself.

Heading Home with a Smile

On the way out of the school, I got a big hug from him saying thank you for coming. Then he pulled out his kazoo as if to give me a private concert. Laughingly, I joked with his parents about how that kazoo might get lost sometime soon. In the rain, I got to buckle Rylynn in her car seat because she begged for “Nana to do it”. During that moment, I heard her precious 16 month sister’s eyes light up saying Nana.

Walking to my car I thought, “God is so good; what a fun night to be me!”

 

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