The Curly Hair Line
It was hot, humid, sticky and incredibly uncomfortable, 29 years ago today.
Or so remembers me.
I was very much pregnant with Child # 3 and I was agitated, irritated and HOT.
It was a Saturday.
I was at Mom and Dad’s with Child 1 & 2.
Husband was busy spending his time readying a house we were hoping to sell.
Mom and Dad had a pool, thank goodness
& the kids gleefully played and were cured of any grumps by that cool, wonderful water.
Me ?
I sat on the patio swing and grumbled.
I just couldn’t get my oversized body in a cozy position
& instead of getting in the pool or going into the air conditioned inside, I decided to sit in that heat and growl.
grrrrr.
Mom and Dad had big plans that night
American Legion Post 16 was having their Officer Installation and Dad was an Officer
& as the day progressed, they readied themselves for their festivities.
“Bye ! Have Fun !” whispered defenseless Youngest Sister as they happily drove away.
Poor Her.
Left alone with crabby me and my active children.
As we sat on the front porch watching the kids play, I asked Sister an unusual question.
If she had to, could she drive Dad’s big, honker work van to take me to Husband …? …
Um.
Yeah.
I guess so.
Why ??
You see, these were the days before cellular devices
& there was no telephone at that soon to be sold house.
The only way to let Husband know that this baby I was carrying might be arriving sooner than we thought was to drive the only thing available
& that was Dad’s big, honker work van
& my little sister did just that.
She slow and steadily maneuvered me and my children to Husband.
Mom was called in the meantime.
I remember her walking into our house all pretty and dolled up, but oh so ready to watch her grandchildren.
& so, off to the hospital Husband and I scurried
& not too much later, a 10 lb daughter entered our lives.
I’m told when it was announced at American Legion Post 16 that IT was a girl, the crowd went wild.
wooooo wooooo !
I’ve often told this youngest child of mine that when Jesus was passing out patience she lingered a bit too long in the curly hair line.
She’s a sucker for her grandpa’s mashed potatoes and her mama’s meatloaf
& I swear she came out of the womb talking and hasn’t stopped since.
This little girl has been on the move since she arrived.
She has a plan.
She is determined.
She is bolder and braver than I will ever be
& she will most definitely get to where she is going.
Happy Birthday Child # 3 !
That hot, humid, sticky, incredibly uncomfortable day 29 years ago brought me one bubbly, curly headed, busy You.
YaY. YOU.
♥