When my daughter was born, I remember one of the nurses saying “look at that red hair!” Her grandmother on her father’s side was a redhead so I wasn’t too surprised.
As the doctor laid her on my belly, I looked at her and something told me it was going to be a wild ride. And it has been … in a good way.
We had our moments though, as mothers and daughters do. What mother hasn’t enforced a curfew and been told “I hate you!” Haha! Been there – done that. But I wouldn’t trade my life as her Mom for anything.
This image is one I took when she was fifteen. The year she thought she knew everything. It shows on her face, doesn’t it?
I know for sure that God is the one who got us through THOSE days. He has such a sense of humor!
She’s a lovely woman now with a sense of adventure that continues to inspire me and all who are lucky enough to know her.
Be good to yourself and others. Namaste’
My daughter made me this card for my birthday last year. I’ll cherish it forever!
We worked together for the summer and absolutely had a blast. I came into the office on my birthday to find this on my desk. Made me cry ❤️
You’re the best, Michele! With love from a grateful Mom.
In today’s world the cost of having children is huge compared to when I was born … 65 years ago today. As I was going through some of my Mom’s things, I came across the hospital bill that she saved.
Back then they kept mothers and babies in the hospital for a lot longer than they do now. Mom and I were there for five days and I was a natural birth. I guess they wanted to make sure that we got the care we needed before sending us home. What a concept as compared to now! Mom said the doctor and nurses were terrific. Marysville is a great town … 4,000 people back then, and still around 4,000. I haven’t been back there in a long while but one of these days, I plan to go.
As you can see from the breakdown on my hospital bill, it cost a whole $4.00 for “Care of Baby.” Wow! Compare that to the cost of having a child these days. Unbelievable, isn’t it?
I was born exactly at 12:00 midnight on the 12th and Mom was in labor for 12 hours. The doctor gave her a choice for my birth date and she picked the 12th because she said that was the date that she did all the “work.” 12-12-12 … hmmm. Namaste’
I spent this afternoon with my Mom and then took her to see my step-dad, now in a rehab center, recovering from pneumonia. I hate those places and they’ve both been in them before. But we did manage to have some nice moments, like this one. The waitress took a shot of us together, which I will cherish for a long, long time. Namaste’