Hand delivering Newspapers...Before the Roosters First CROW...
These faces of Jaren & Cade say it ALL
Chad had a great IDEA of putting our boys to work teaching them the IMPORTANCE of a hard earned dollar. Of course, a newspaper route was implemented in his childhood early on and he values those teaching years. We tried to get a route close to home...and it was snatched up quick by one of our neighbors, however our neighbors who do our route and another went on a TWO week vacation and gave our boys the opportunity to do their routes....all 123 houses, with papers stuffed, folded, bound and delivered by 6 a.m. The four o'clock morning call was definitely a struggle. I have to say I LOVE MY SLEEP...and after the novelty of the IDEA wore off, I was hit hard knowing that REALLY this is Mom's job TOO...
The bonding time between the conversations we HAD in the car early mornings will not be replaced,however, the laughter we shared over people peeking through their blinds at 4:30 a.m., just waiting to get their paper. The dog that barked so ferociously that we named their home the LION home, the flashlights we packed to make SURE we hit the right address, the fear of EARTHWORMS that Cade had to get over as they were strewn all over the sidewalks on the days that it rained, a lady that practically caught her paper in midair at 5 a.m. one morning, a phone call we got because someone wanted to know what time a certain show started that was listed in the paper, papers that had special requests....on the door, ALWAYS wrapped, in the mailbox holder...oh, and could you be such a dear and put it by right where I pull out of my garage?...racing to see if we could beat the clock from the prior day...
All in a Days work...even with the sleepless moments and the short lived job that seemed like eternity. I had to remember: (If you shoot for the stars...and hit the moon, that's okay, at least you are shooting for something).--William Townsend
