Here recently when mommy is chatting with some of her girl friends, I have noticed them putting their hand’s up to their mouth and whispering. This was true, especially if I was in the room. I was not a kid that liked secrets or not knowing everything that was happening. I would ask why they were whispering and they would just say, “It is woman talk”.
For some reason my mom began wearing these big tops that everyone called a maternity top. Maternity…………I didn’t know if that was a style….a color….what. Finally, mother told me she was going to have a baby. Back then…..that was about all children were told. I really began asking questions and I was assured that she would go to the hospital to get the baby. I could not understand why she had to get fat to have a baby.
I have been the only kid in my house for seven years and I began thinking about a new baby coming to live with us. I thought about sharing my mother and daddy and I was afraid they wouldn’t like me anymore. I was first child and the first grandchild on both sides of the family. All the grandparents dotted on me and what if they wouldn’t love me anymore. Oh, I was in termoil at the age of seven.
Mother started bringing out the wooden highchair that she used when I was a baby. It had a picture of a smiling baby on the back and they tray was wood. She told me how I used to sit in this very chair and she would feed me. She still had my baby bed and the new baby would sleep where I had slept. This is getting exciting and maybe I am glad another little baby will come to live with us.
Okay….mother is going to have a baby and I am putting in my order for a brother. Time will tell if the baby will be a boy. More later.