The preschool class was asked to draw a picture of something they love. One small boy drew stick figures of his family, then enclosed the picture with a big, red circle. he wanted to write a word at the top but he didn't know how to spell it. He got up to ask the teacher, but before he could finish asking, the teacher told him to go back to his seat.
Upon arriving home, the boy showed his mother the picture and asked her, "Mother, how do you spell..."
"Son," his mother interrupted. :I'm busy right now. Go out and play."
The boy waited for his father to come home, as soon as his father came, he took his pencil and with drawing in hand, he asked, "Father, how do you spell..."
Before, he could finish, his father said, "Don't bother me now, I'm tired."
Out of frustration, the boy threw his drawing away.
Many years later, when the boy was twenty-eight and had become himself a father, his five year old daughter showed him a picture of a family. Positioning her pencil, she asked, "Father, how do you spell love?"
Gathering the child in his arms and guiding her little finger he helped the child from the letters.
Then, he told her. Love is spelled T-I-M-E.
One way to show love is to give a person our time-
time to listen to troubles told, time to play together, time to share
and time to show to each other how much you really love each one.
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