We all have a Mom and a Dad…they may have gone on to Glory a long time ago, like mine have, or we may still have them with us and if that is so, give thanks every day for your Mom/Dad!! There are two outstanding childrens’ books by Doug Wood, a Minnesota author who lives in or near Sauk Rapids MN. One is called WHAT DADS CAN’T DO and the other (of course) is WHAT MOM’S CAN’T DO. If you have young children or just enjoy childrens’ books you will like these two a lot. I got an e- mail today titled "moms" and it is descriptions of moms by 7 year-old second graders. A sample: Question: Why did God make mothers? Answer: Because she is the only one who knows where the scotch tape is. Question: How did God make mothers? Answer: God made my Mom just like He made me. He just used bigger parts. Question: Why did God give you your Mom and not someone’s else’s Mom? Answer: God knew she likes me a lot more than othere people’s moms like me. Question: What kind of little girl was your mom? Answer: I don’t know because I wasn’t there but my guess would be pretty bossy. Question: What did your mom have to know about your dad before she married him? Answer: His last name. Why did your mom marry your dad? Answer: My grandma says my mom didn’t have her thinking cap on. Question: What is the difference between moms and dads? Answer: Moms work and work at home and dads just work at work. Question: What does your mom do in her spare time? Answer: Moms don’t do spare time. Question: What would you do to make your mom perfect? On the inside she’s already perfect. On the outside, I think some kind of plastic surgery. Question: If you could change one thing about your mom, what would it be? Answer: I’d make my mom smarter and then she would know it was my sister who did it and not me. This led me to thinking about presents for mom and dad—-especially the ones we used to make in school, always for Christmas and Mothers’ Day. We never made a present for our Dads. Poor Dads, only mom got the nice homemade gifts and she always saved them in a special place and never threw them out no matter how bad they were. I remember making hand dipped white wax candles for our moms when we were in first grade. We also made candle holders out of some special form of modeling clay rolled into a perfectly round ball, cut in half, indented with a real candle, dried, and then painted with blue tempera paints. Our wobbly looking, skinny, lumpy hand -dipped candles fit into those ugly little blue candle holders and I suppose everyone’s mom had them on the table for Christmas Eve or Day. That is just the way it was. My dad was so important in my life , I am sorry our teachers never thought of making a present for Dad. I do not remember making one single thing for him. My dad was a huge influence in my life; I loved and admired him so much. I know I chose my husband because he has so many of my Dad’s good qualities. I think boys who feel the same way about their mothers probably choose their wives by the same method…..girls who have their Mom’s qualities. What a big role we play in the lives of our children. Look alert—they are watching us all the time.