Grandma Henke

I’m back … to those of you who checked in yesterday and saw the site was no longer with us.   It was a little unnerving to me, actually.   It made me feel like I’d broken the law and should plead guilty to something.   They probably didn’t intend for me to plead guilty, or even feel guilty … but that’s sort of my nature.   Well, it’s not so much my nature now.   Now I’m not responsible for everything that goes wrong … but I was for 25 years when I was working … and for 18 years while I was growing up.    So for 43 years of my life I was always ready to admit guilt and plead for mercy.

I passed that on to at least one of my children.    When Angi was just a little girl, maybe six, somebody took a big bite out of a big chunk of cheese and then threw it behind a bedroom door.    Mr. Sleuth (Lynn) was determined to find the culprit who wasted the hunk of cheese,  but no one would admit to it.    The longer they didn’t admit to it the more determined he was to find the guilty party.     So .. these are his very words: 

“Whoever wasted this chunk of cheese better confess because I can PROVE who did it by comparing the teeth marks … and that person will be in a lot more trouble if they haven’t told the truth.”

Angi burst into tears and confessed.    She didn’t actually confess but she sort of confessed.   She said, “I don’t think I did, but maybe I did.   If I did then I want to tell the truth.”   Lynn took her at her word and didn’t run any of the other kids through the CSI Lab.

Her took pity on her and rather than inflict corporal punishment for wasting a hunk of cheese he let her off fairly easy for good behavior.  

A year later around Easter we were having family night and talking about repentence.      Warren apparently listened carefully for suddenly he said, “You mean like we’re forgiven if we confess and don’t do it anymore?”     We were rather pleased that he’d actually heard anything (See former blog on family night to know how hard it was to get a point across in a lesson.).    His next sentence:

“Uh, can I confess to something now and not do it anymore and be forgiven?”

“Well, yes.   Sure you can.” his dad said.

“Okay, it was me who bit the cheese.    Can I tell another one?”

Warren started confessing and repenting quickly while it was “get out of jail free” and poor little Angi just looked dumb founded.

“I didn’t think I did it!” she said almost in quiet relief.

She got that from me.   I thought I was over it, though, until I tried to go to my blog yesterday … and then for a quick moment I felt guilty … and wanted to confess.

Whatever … it’s good to be back.   Thanks, Brett, for keeping me in business.