Article December 23, 2002 Issue

Forget the cookies!

By Rhea Buck

Our large extended family was to gather at our home for Christmas Eve. We had been preparing for days, cleaning, decorating, wrapping packages, baking cookies, planning what food to serve.

One morning as we worked together, my throat began to feel really uncomfortable, and I lost my voice. My older daughter and my husband were especially kind and considerate. They said, "You've been working too hard. Go upstairs and rest. We'll take care of this. Don't worry about a thing. We can handle it."

I accepted their offer and actually looked forward to an hour or two of rest. Soon, our younger daughter came into the room. She said quietly, "Mom, I can tell you what's wrong, even though you may not want to hear it."

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