there was this needlepointed sign:
KWITCHYERBELLYAKIN
It hung in our kitchen for a very long time.
It was a source of great entertainment,
many discussions,
fantastic phonetics,
and much laughter.
It also was the answer to a lot of whining.
With seven kids,
two adults,
a revolving door of friends, family,
and folks who lived with us ...
there was always whining.
Someone always had some chaos.
Someone was always in a mess.
And there would be chatter,
there would be listening,
there would be guidance,
there would be support,
there would be love,
and ...
eventually,
KWITCHYERBELLYAKIN
and next!
I wonder where that sign is now.
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