On the 29th of August, my oldest son Chris celebrated his 45 birthday....What! When did that happen. I remember the day he was born like it was yesterday. My grandmother called the hospital to say how happy she was. She was living in Richmond with my uncle at the time, and could not wait to see him. He was a beautiful baby and good. Learning how to make formula, change diapers, and manage my time was not easy. We stayed with my mother the first two weeks. When we finally took Chris home reality hit.
I ran out of formula and he was hungry. He waled and I fretted until I got his bottle ready. I never got behind in making the bottles up again. We had our wonderful golden retriever, Cedar, who was a year at the time. She immediately took to protecting Chris. She would rock his cradle with her nose. A workman came to the door and she got between the workman and the baby, growling softly. When he got old enough to crawl he would pull up on her and as she walked he learned to walk along with her. With this help he walked at 9 months old. This was both a blessing and a curse. Nine month old babies have no fear. I found him standing in an open window the only thing between him and the outside was a screen. He had climbed up on a bed and crawled onto a radiator to see the children, who were playing outside our window. Fortunately we were on the first floor. He did walk for my grandmother on his own for the first time. She was thrilled.
This was my beginning of being a mother. Three years later Scott arrive on June 10, 1970, what a wonderful blessing. Five years after Scott's arrival Lewis, another blessing, joined the scene December 20, 1975. Our family was complete.
While the boys were young Tom, Tink, was a wonderful father. He loved his boys. We had a happy life together.
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