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Mother Doesn't Know Best As a little girl, I was sure a good parent would allow me to eat all the cookies from the cookie jar or purchase me toys at Toys R Us. As soon as I got a little old, I figured a good parent would allow me to stay up past ten o'clock on school nights. Then I became a teen and I believed that a fantastic parent would buy me a car and let me be independent. According to these definitions of a "good parent," my parents consistently fell short. It was only when I became a parent that I began to understand what a fantastic parent really is. My two-year old daughter taught me this lesson in her simple childlike manner. Having church in eleven o'clock is difficult for our family. Church time is play time, followed by lunch, and end with naps. Needless to say , we always struggle during that hour before we can deposit Jenny Beth and Juliana into the nursery for the rest two hours. I admit, it is crazy to expect a one-year-old and also a two-year-old to sit quietly through an hour of inspirational talks that they consider boring. But we attend church as a family. This particular Sunday was no different. "Mommy, look! Taylor! Taylor!" Jenny Beth said excitedly to me during the church service. She was not using her whispering church voice as we had rehearsed on several occasions. Needless to say, I was a bit exasperated and embarrassed. Moreover, I knew that Scott and Joy Rowe, Taylor's parents, were sitting a few rows over. I had seen them sit down. Their one-year-old daughter, Taylor, was in Scott's arms. I had even discreetly waved to them. Hastily, I rummaged through the diaper bag and recovered two tattered and torn books that were well-loved and well-gnawed by my 2 brothers. These were...