Valerie is a 42-year-old, single, Reformed Christian lady who lives in Baltimore. She doesn't remember a time
before she knew and loved Jesus, but she does remember accepting John Calvin into her heart in March of 2000.
Valerie is a member of Christ Reformed Evangelical Church in Annapolis.
Though her career aspiration is to be a housewife, Valerie has not yet found anyone suitable who wishes to hire
her for employment in that field (or, more properly, anyone suitable has not found her), so in the meantime she
earns her daily bread working in communications -- editing, writing, print design and website management.
There Are Few Things Pleasanter in My World...
...than being told by a 5-year-old that she likes it when I come over "because you're our best friend." I don't put much stock in the superlative, of course, but the enthusiastic, if momentary, affection is very much appreciated. She and her 8-year-old sister and I assembled a 100-piece puzzle (the sister counted the pieces by twos when it was completed) and I was enjoying them so much that I hardly minded that the puzzle image was a Precious Moments picture. They sang selections from Oliver most of the evening, with their Bill Sykes renditions evoking particular amusement. We read a few stories (I need to keep a stash of books in my car so I can always have something new and different to share with them). I attempted to mediate their perpetual bickering ("If you cannot cooperate, the guitar will go away" produced the desired shock and awe, and whispered encouragement toward kindness met with some success, but I mostly felt rather at a loss in this department). And I had my first experience of the near-impossible task of putting sheets on a bottom bunk bed (this is not the stuff of which contortionists are made). The only real problem, as always, was having to go home. If I can't have my own family, living with somebody else's would be second best. Then I wouldn't have to give myself away in such little bits and pieces that can't possibly add up to much.
Posted by Valerie (Kyriosity) at 9:21 PM
On February 26, 2008 12:11 PMpentamomwrote... Yes, that sounds very peasant indeed. Aristocrats tend to put their children out to hired nurses. Peasants find time in their busy lives to care for them.