My mom was 40. My dad was 45. They had two teens. And they decided to have another baby. That was me. And less than two years later, they had another one, my little sister. It's getting close to Thanksgiving so I'm thinking about all the things I'm thankful for. Mom and Dad's decision is at the top of the list.
Yes, I was a handful, from birth. I was born caboose first, back in the day when C-section was more dangerous than giving birth, at 41, to a backwards baby. I was rowdy, ran and climbed a lot, talked even more, and had to wear a leash and harness in stores. Mom took a lot of naps.
We did not have much in a material sense. Dad worked in a warehouse. Mom was a housewife (like all the other moms on the block.) Most of my clothing was hand-me downs from neighbors or used stuff from the Goodwill. Our toys were often hand-made, or yep,
from the Goodwill. We did not get to go to movies, but I was lucky enough to get piano lessons. Mom taught us about Jesus. She set the example of goodness, faithfulness, and love. She taught me to pray.
My childhood was far from ideal. BUT I AM ALIVE. I exist because my parents, in their 40s, decided that they wanted another baby (and then another baby!). I will always be thankful to them for making that choice, and to God for honoring it by bringing me into being with them.
Want to do something wonderful for the world? If you are able, have another baby. Want to fight evil? Have another baby. Want your middle years to be full of joy and laughter? Have another baby. Want to put off the empty nest for another 20 years? Have another baby. My parents never worried that there wouldn't be enough, or that somebody wouldn't go to college. They desired another child and God said yes.
My parents had four living children. These are the people who live today because of their family. Ben, Lucy, Kris, Linda, Alan, Steve, Eden, Kai, Evan, Drew, Ariana, Brad, Brian, Marcy, Alexa, Shane, Aurora, Callie, Gillian, Ivan, Caleb, Natalie, Nathan, Sophia, Kelly, Jody, Andrew, Sam and Ellen.
Thanks, Mom and Dad. May God grant you both eternal rest!
I am a Catholic wife, mom and grandma. In 1995, after Bible college and a few years as an Evangelical Missionary, I was received into the Church at the Easter Vigil. These are my personal musings on Scripture, prayer, and living close to Jesus.