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Thursday, May 28, 2015

You only turn 51 once

As I post this, the day before my eldest son's 51st birthday, I'm thinking how it was the last day of that pregnancy. 

A first time mother, about to give birth in a Naval Hospital in 1964.

I had no women friends, and my mother lived 800 miles away.  My grandmother was closer, but I didn't think to ask her to come help me through this.  I was so sure it would be easy to do.  I was so wrong.

Well, this is that good old 20-20 hindsight.

Women need other women when giving birth.  I now have so many more women friends who support me whenever I need to share, emote, laugh, or just let my hair down.  Why oh why did I think one man, my ever lovin' husband, would be enough for all the support I needed.  It had to do with believing mainly in romance...like novels and movies, and sometimes TV shows.  That of course eventually led to my wising up and getting a divorce a few years down the road.

In reality, doctors and male nurses helped deliver my son.  I'm so grateful that they knew what was going on, because I sure didn't.

I was really thrilled the first time they brought him to me the next morning after his birth.  The night before he'd been weighed and given a number based on who knows what (my nurse friends do)...and taken to the nursery, while I went to a room full of other new moms.

And I was taught how to breast feed, fortunately by a female nurse by now. 

I'm so glad that new-born babies are given more comforting and so are mothers these days.

But the main point of my story is that he's lived over half a century now, and is doing fine.  I'm so proud of him, for his accomplishments and his children.  He has a wonderful sense of humor, is an imaginative and creative person, is very intellectual, is a great dad, a gentle boyfriend to his lady love, and works diligently on his newish (to him) home.

Congratulations, Marty!



11 comments:

  1. I don't usually think of it, but I am the age of your sons...you're a pretty hip mama :)

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    1. Had to laugh at that one...I have so many friends in your generation these days I forget that some of them might think of me in their parent's generation!

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  2. how time flies, I was a navy brat, now I'm just a brat

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    1. That's funny, I never think of you as a brat.

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    1. I like hearing the stories of people's birth especially from their mothers...it adds a new dimension to their lives.

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  4. You have made quite a success of yourself with your clay art. Interesting how we go through so many stages in our life. You have raised three handsome sons and I feel they are proud of you. And you in turn are proud of them. -- barbara

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    1. Hi Barbara, I know I was immersed in each of the activities/jobs/children in my life, just as much as I am now dedicated to my art.... it's just a bit hard to remember how dedicated I was to each one so many years ago!

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  5. I too am your son’s age but I was the last of 3 children, mom’s learn a lot from each child birth.

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    1. Great to hear...you young whipper snappers better do better than I have in the pottery department...I'm a bit late to the table!

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  6. Lovely post, Barb! Congratulations to you and to your son!

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