Wednesday, May 5, 2010

Good Mothers


"A good mother is worth hundreds of schoolmasters"


George Herbert



One of my favorite books is a book by Anna Perot Rose written in the 1940's.  It is a story
about a family who cared for foster children during the 30's.  It is sweet, funny and full of old fashioned parenting wisdom.  I would love to share the whole book with you.  Here is a little excerpt just for fun.


Enjoy an Excerpt from the classic book "Room for One More" by Anna Perot Rose

"...I discovered then the kind of person children like. A child feels helpless in this world and likes the kind of person who makes him feel able, clever and competent. He returns oftenest to that person who recharges his mental battery for him. I tried not to fail him.


We went straight home. I undressed him, took off the weight of his braces and put him into a microscopic pair of bathing trunks. All of us got into bathing suits and went gaily to the beach.


But, when I carried Jimmy John down to the edge of the water he took one look at the Atlantic Ocean and flung his arms around my neck, nearly strangling me and screeched, "Don't take me in dere! I'm skeert to deat'! Dat place's bigger'n de Y pool and de Y pool is too d*** big for me!"


I put him down safely on the sand and the rest of us went into the surf. He watched us having a good time. When I came out he called to me, "Take me in, maybe I get over bein so skeert to deat'".


I took him in, but he saw a wave coming at us. "Git me outa here! Git me outa here quick!" he screamed. "I'm skeert to deat'!"


We came out.


Pretty soon, "Take me in again. I'm skeert, but I'll go."


In and out, in and out, we went for weeks-the "ins" gradually growing longer than the "outs". J.J. grew braver and braver and by the end of the summer he could actually swim a little.


He was very proud, but very quiet about his triumph. One day, he sat on the beach watching a woman with her child.


"Junior, come back. You'll drown!" this woman would shriek.


"Junior if you get in that water, the fishes will eat you up and you won't see Mama no more!"


"You Junior, come here, the waves'll carry you way out to the middle of the ocean and the whales'll swallow you and you won't have no mama out there."


This went on for some time. At last Jimmy John spoke: " Dat woman's a bad mudder," he said with deep disapproval.


"She keeps sayin 'look out, the ocean'll drown youse!" She orta say "Git in der and swim and don't be a sissy.' Dat's what you say to me."


He was thoughtfully silent for a breath then, " You're a good mudder," said he."

5 comments:

living from glory to glory said...

I am laughing and saying this is the way it goes. Yes I know you have lived by the rule that there is always room for one more.
Love and His Glory always be upon your whole family. Love Roxy

Elizabeth said...

Ahh this was so nice to read Mom! Maybe you could post more little stories from the book? It could be a weekly read with Anna Perot Rose! :)

The other day when I was out grocery shopping on the Christian radio station they were reading a chapter a day from a book concerning a man who was a POW and had gotten saved. It was so interesting I want to go shopping again just so I can turn on the radio and hear what happens next! :)

Love you!

Pam said...

Thanks for the comments Rox; you have always supported our happy /chaotic home you are a true friend.

Elizabeth, I was thinking the same thing, I would love to post something more often. Just posting this little excerpt made me want to read the book again for the sixth or seventh time. It could be a rejuvinator for more than just me ha? Thanks sweetie.

Amber said...

Love it! I hate to admit I tend to be the second mother - I'm working on letting loose and laying back. I certainly don't want to instill fear in my children.

Marie said...

I so loved reading this again mom. I agree with Eliza, you should post a little story a week from the both her books. I think it would be so encouraging for us all to hear these stories and relate or learn from Anna.

Makes me want to pull out my book and reread it again.

Love you so much
~ Marie