I was such a happy little girl raised in a

family of eight children. Every day was an

adventure and we all loved each other so very

much.Years going to school together and oh the

tales we can even tell today of things we would

think to get into.

How my mama kept up with us all I just dont

know but she always knew what was going on.They

say mothers have a way they hear their children

playing to know where they are and what they are

up to.I believe this is true for my Mom always

knew when I stopped singing and was quiet I was

into something.

It was the same with my brothers and sisters

as well for we watched out for one another.Yes we

would fight sometimes but when Mama would catch us

she always made us hug and kiss one another and

say we were sorry.

When I turned seventeen I met the man I wanted

to spend my life with and have a family of my own.

We only dated for two weeks and my Mom sure

pitched a fit when I told her I was getting

married . She told me he was too old for me and I

said I never liked the boys my own age for they

acted too stupid and Sonny was only six years

older than me.He was a man settled and a gentle

giant indeed.We married and everything was so

wonderful.We were planning a family and yet fate

took its tole and showed it's ugly face.

A drunk driver took my to be family away in a

blink of an eye I found myself looking about at

all the other ladies my age with children and

laughter in their homes where mine remained silent

barron of life that all families so need. For many

years for me just living wasn't enough. Everytime

I saw children I cried and for many years could

not hold a new sweet baby my heart would become

crushed . I know there are many women who feels as

I did and in this time people often dont think.

They will say have a happy mothers day "STAB" you

feel the knife stick deep within and turn. And

all day that day is pure torment where others are

ever so happy and you find yourself locked away

for that day is so unbearable.

Time passes and you find ways to entertain

yourself with not many friends haveing nothing in

common with the familes about you and yet to old

for the younger couples you fall into your own

little world. My world was work and my writing for

it gave me the friendships I so needed without

feeling out of place.So I wrote poetry for over 25

years.

Then one day my neice asked me to be her new

babies God Mother. Oh such a blessing it was and

to feel I could be a Mom for a sweet child and I

cried so hard that day.I excepted and was there

for her babies birth and got to hold her so fresh

so new and see her with the Mama and knew then how

blessed I was that day.She named her daughter

after me Patricia and I knew then her heart

belonged to me.

If you know someone who can't have children

be thoughtful and ask them to join you and family

as much as you can so they can see the sparkle of

christmas and the joys of family.For most of us

so want to be a part but would never ask to be

there .It has to come from the family for her to

feel excepted and loved a blessing indeed.

Impressum

Tag der Veröffentlichung: 01.12.2010

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