Come is a word we mothers use often. Can you hear yourself saying it or maybe you remember hearing it shouted at you? Directed at our recalcitrant children, or repeated in short bursts sandwiched with a whistle out the back door toward the dog, I expected results when I called this four-letter word with an impatient or urgent tone of voice. Exhausted from mothering, obedience was the response I expected at the clipped sound of this demand. But there is another meaning we’ve been focusing on this month as we wait for Christmas to come.
Come, Dear One
Come, Dear One
Come, Dear One
Come is a word we mothers use often. Can you hear yourself saying it or maybe you remember hearing it shouted at you? Directed at our recalcitrant children, or repeated in short bursts sandwiched with a whistle out the back door toward the dog, I expected results when I called this four-letter word with an impatient or urgent tone of voice. Exhausted from mothering, obedience was the response I expected at the clipped sound of this demand. But there is another meaning we’ve been focusing on this month as we wait for Christmas to come.