By Cinda Osterman as told to Staci Schefka
When I think about my childhood, family closeness is the first thing that comes to my mind. Together we went on camping trips and vacations, and on warm summer evenings, neighborhood children swarmed to our front yard to join our family in games. My parents were the pillars of our home, and I loved them dearly.
Father taught us strength of character, yet showed a gentleness that spoke of his genuine love for us all. As a little girl, I admired my dad. He was the “apple of my eye.” Mother always disciplined us children with much patience. She placed in our hearts love and honor for our father and each other.
As I entered adolescence, I began asking myself many questions. Am I a little girl or a young lady? How am I to act? How am I to relate to my parents? Unfortunately, I never thought to talk
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Staci Schefka and her husband, Steve, live in Michigan where they are involved in full-time church ministry. Her mother, Cinda, is an educator and founder of Training Gifted Minds, which offers dyslexia/ADHD/ autism correction programs (www.traininggiftedminds.com).