I put a beautiful grapevine wreath with a floral arrangement on my deck this spring. In a few days a robin had discovered a beautiful place to start her nest. I really think I watched love in motion with every twig that she carried to the wreath. Many flights and pieces of straw later, she had a safe place to lay her eggs.
Three little eggs soon appeared and you could see the connection of a mother bird to be. Diligently she stayed with the eggs and didn’t hesitate to give chase to the blue jays or anything else that came near her eggs. She already loved what would soon be her babies.
Two eggs hatched and hungry babies soon were peeping and wanting food. We have watched her fly from the nest to gather worms and come back with two hungry mouths open. Many flights throughout the day and many feeding later to care for the babies. I can see the love in what she does.
We kept seeing the mother bird come to the nest and pick up a white pearl sized ball. I did a little research and found this is a fecal sac that comes out of babies for a while. The mother loves the babies so much she picks it up and removes it from the nest. Call it what you may….I call this love.
Yesterday she had really been quite busy hunting for food. I watched as she decided to take a break for herself. She perched on the back of a patio chair and ruffled all her feathers and started grooming herself. All the while, she never took her eyes off the nest. She flew back to the nest for a brief time…just to look at the babies and see if they were okay. I know she loves these babies.
We were eating our 4th of July lunch when the first baby quickly flew from the nest and only one bird was in the nest. I am sure the mother robin is now pulled in two directions. She loves both babies and wants to care for the one learning to fly and have time to care for the one still in the nest. A mother’s love goes beyond bounds…even with birds.
My heart became very humble as I observed and compared my own motherly instincts with this little robin. This little bird cared for her babies far better than some humans. She prepared for the birth, cared for the babies night and day and taught them how to fly. The whole time I had my two children in the “nest” was a time to care and teach them to fly on their own.
My children are now grown and have a family of their own, but the mother in me remains the same. I want what is best for my children and I never want to see someone hurt them or make them suffer. I hope I taught them how to fly and how to avoid the beast of prey. God, this mother prays a deep prayer of concern and ask you to protect them now.
The robin and I have a lot in common. We can see inspiration all around us, if we only look and open our hearts.
I became a mother at the young age of 21 years old and knew very little about the position. No one gave me a job description, I didn’t know the position would be 24/7 and it was truly on the job training. Don’t get me wrong. I am not complaining.
The older women in my family gave me wonderful examples of being a good MOTHER. I had grandparents, aunts and my own mother from which I learned. My mother made sure her children were taught manners, our clothes were always clean, brushing your teeth was important and that God is to be first in your life.
All through my children’s childhood I did the best job possible and prayed to God that it was right. I read in the Bible if I trained up my children in the way they should go that they would not depart. My faith was in God and His promises.
Parents make many sacrifices to see the needs of their children are met. I can remember not buying shoes or clothes for myself in order to buy for my children. I don’t regret it and would do it again.
Tomorrow my adult children will visit and I think they have turned out exceptionally well. The most important thing in their life is their faith and acceptance of God. I am sure they have new ideas on parenting, but the basis of it all is your love for God and family.
Sometimes I wish I could have a few days and my children would be little again. Well, that is not going to happen. The next best thing is having grandchildren. I can sort of spoil them and then give them back to their parents.
My mother and grandparents have passed, but they left me something money can not buy. Thanks, mom.
Some of the most interesting post on this blog begin with some of the earlier post. I would like to suggest that you go back and read through some of stories about country life, life in a WV Coal Camp and many stories about grandparents.
I will be picking up on some new stories that happened in the ’60’s in the next few days. In the meantime, look back and read some of the earlier posts.
I really invite you to leave comments. It is nice to know if any of your writing touchs anyone else.
Another cycle of life has begun. Another mother and father have a responsibility to raise a child pleasing to God. To us, a new baby was not only a time of personal joy, but also much spiritual excitement. We want to do this right, so we need to start right.
All week we planned to attend Sunday morning worship services at the Porter Fork Baptist Church. This would be our baby’s first time to attend worship services. Sunday morning arrived and we anxiously got ready to go to church with the “gift” that was born on October 23rd, 1964. Diaper bag packed with diapers and bottles. Everyone was ready to go out the door and baby needs to “poo poo”. Well, it took a few minutes to change a diaper and head to church.
I started having emotions that were so new to me. I began to think about people wanting to hold my baby and touch her little hands and I got sort of nervous. Who knows where peoples hands have been and they may touch her. Oh, this is terrible. Should I be gentle or will I actually be straight forward in not allowing holding and touching? Well, I was somewhere in the middle. I wouldn’t allow the baby to be passed around during the service and some touching was okay.
A dedication service in a Christian church is mostly for the parents. You are vowing to train this child, to the best of your ability, set a good example, practice Christian principles in discipline, lead in teaching them about the Christian faith and showing your love to them.
Basil and I were from families with deep Christian backgrounds and we wanted to pass this on to our children. I was so familiar with the verse, “Train up a child in the way they should go and when they are older they will not depart”. I had faith to believe this Word and years later I can say it works. Both of our children have accept Christ as their Savior. His Word if true. Try it.
Babies eat, sleep and have dirty diapers, but not necessarily in that order. Teresa’s bottom was covered with nice white cloth diapers that had to be laundered on a daily basis. I had a plastic diaper pail in the bathroom and it was filled with water and 2 tablespoons of Clorox. The poo poo was emptied into the comode and all the diapers went into the diaper pail awaiting washing. Pampers? What was that?
I was lucky enough to have a dryer that Basil’s sister gave us and I didn’t have to hang my clothes outside. It seemed like the washer and dryer were in constant motion. Baby clothes all washed seperately.
Cloth diapers were dried and folded in so one pin could be penned in the front or longways with pins on the side. I always took great pride in making sure my baby had snow white diapers. Babies wore plastic pants over the diapers too keep them from leaking. I never left the rubber pant on in the summer or a diaper rash would appear.
Diapers, even in the 60’s were rather expensive and you couldn’t afford to buy dozens and dozens. Most usually three dozen would be a good amount to have on hand. After all, you would be washing everyday.
In 2009, babies still eat, drink and sleep, but they are more Pampered now. What more can I say!!
Yes, on October 23, 1964 our long awaited for baby girl came into this world. All the pain, morning sickness and discomfort were worth the gift that arrived. Another life begins and it is our responsibility to take care of this bundle of joy.
Back in the 60’s you stayed in the hospital for about three days after delivery. I think you still need that much time in the hospital, but the insurance companies think different. It was almost time to leave the hospital and I began dressing Teresa in a pink and white outfit that Granny Woodrum bought her. I thought she was the prettiest baby ever. Of course, every other mother thought the same thing about their baby.
This baby that was born on October 23rd is 44 years old tomorrow. She and I had some quite moments with just the two of us this evening. I bought her a birthday gift and had it in a Sponge Bob gift bag. The bag is for Zoe, my grandchild and Teresa’s gift is inside. Some things turn out okay, even with all the mistakes of learning how to be a new mother.
I thought morning sickness ended around the third month. Wrong. Morning, evening and night sickness lasted nine months. Nothing helped. I would go to church and this woman would wear Avon Topaz perfume and I would have to leave the service and head for the bathroom. The smell of bacon was an automatic “gagger”. Meatloaf was a trigger. Oh, well…it only lasted nine months.
The day finally arrived when I could feel serious contractions and something told me a blessed event would be taking place. We called Dr. Crites and he told us to head for CAMC. It was a 25 mile drive and it seemed more like 200 miles. I didn’t know then, but the birth was 20 hours away from happening.
Things were so different in the 60’s. There were no prenatal classes and I sure didn’t know what I was supposed to do. The husband could only be with you for a few minutes and they had to go to the waiting room. I was all alone in a room and I was in labor. I suppose nature began to take it course and after about 12 hours, I was given a spinal and taken to the delivery room.
All the sickness and pain made the next phase worth it. I will never forget looking in the mirror above me and seeing the precious gift that God was giving us. You didn’t know the baby’s sex until it was delivered and that made it even more exciting. I could see the black curly hair and the doctor say it was a girl. The love of a mother instantly entered my heart that day and it has never left.
Our little girl was born on October 23, 1964 and weighed 9lb and 6oz She was beautiful. I couldn’t wait to hold her and check out her fingers and toes. She was named Teresa Lynn and I still love her to this day.
Most communities in the 60’s had a person that was a seamstress. Vesta Lawson had made clothes for me when I started to school and all through high school. She is now going to make me some maternity clothes. Vesta’s husband died and she and her son’s moved into a big white farm house with her mother and sister, Alma. The house always seemed creepy and the floors squeaked when you walked down the hall. The back porch had a water well and a big black hand pump on top. I always liked to stop and get a drink of the cold, cold water before I went in the house.
The little old women were usually in the kitchen cooking and the smell of cornbread drifted all through the house. They usually ate what they raised in their garden and what they canned from the year before. Vesta and Alma’s mother, Ms. Griffith, was in her ninty’s. She always wore a long dress and her hair was pulled up into a bun. Alma always smelled like Clorox or Magic as it was known then. I never knew why….
Vesta would always have you walk down the hallway to a rear bedroom to be measured for your clothes. Vesta had very little, but she was a genius at fitting and designing. She could just measure you and come up with an outfit without a pattern. They always looked great. No one in the 60’s would have even thought of showing their stomach in public. The tops were a smock and the skirts had a hole cut out to allow growth of the baby.
Vesta had two son’s how lived with her in that old white farm house. Glen was an older son, that was mentally impaired and was about the same age as my dad. He couldn’t really talk very well and was always upstairs when I was there. Her other son was Cecil and he was older than me and always had a studder when he spoke.
Memories of the farm house, the old women with white hair, the squeeky floors, the well with a hand pump and new original fashion design are a very good way to end the day.
Okay, we have young love, a new home, but something is missing. I am thinking about having a baby and we are doing everything we know to do, but it isn’t working. We just got busy working on the house and I just forgot about getting pregnant.
About a month later, I came down with what seemed to be the flu. I was very sick with upset stomach and it just wouldn’t go away. This was the beginning of a “flu” that was going to last for 9 months. My doctor confirmed I was pregnant and the baby would be due in October. I was so excited and so scared at the same time. There was not a day that I wasn’t sick and actually had to quit my job. I had committed to working for three years (until the furniture was paid off), but I was too sick to work.
In looking back, I don’t know how we did it. Money was short. We were young, but God was with us. We both had Christian backgrounds and a trust in God that would last our lifetime. We did what we could and left the rest to God.
The front bedroom would now be a nursery. Did I say nursery? Yes. I am so excited. I have no furniture for a babies room. Don’t worry. My aunt Neva McClure had finished using her crib and she said I could use it. See the need was supplied. Basil found a beautiful wardrobe and dresser and I painted it white and it looked so cute. I have never let go of this piece of furniture. It is in my sister’s storage building.
It was a custom to pass baby clothes down to the cousins, nieces and siblings. Aunt Naomi had all sorts of newborn clothes that came my way. Someone had a baby shower and it seemed like everyone knew just what I needed. I put the clothes in the nursery and would just stand and look and wonder if I would be a good mother. I wondered if I would know what to do if the baby cried. Would my baby look like the Hudson’s or the Woodrum’s side of the family? I just prayed the baby would be healthy. Will it be a boy or a girl? Time will tell.