You notice I
didn’t say I was.. just my kids…
Today…50
years ago… I had this little boy.. with dark
hair.. I
question if he was really mine, as his two sister’s
before him,
had peach fuzz and color hair.. So to see
this little
guy with almost black hair.. and almost side burns,
(much to his
father’s delight)… well, I was surprised.
All my
children (sorry but I call them my kids) are unique in
their own way..
I love each and everyone of them.. As in all
families there
are ups and downs.. So out of 8.. I love them
all, but 6 of
them and I see eye to eye… A few of them
will
tell you that
they are the favorite one… and that is true.. of
each of
them.. ha ha…
This child is
#3.. is my oldest son. (I don’t use their names to
protect their
privacy.) He came in the middle of the
night, or
rather the
early morning.. about 1:30am. He was the
delight
of his father…
and of course, me. And he lived up to
that
all of his
life. Even the bumpy times.
He was a kid
on the go… He had figured out the neighbor
had the
cookies.. so he figured out how to pull up the fence,
to escape to
the neighbor’s porch and politely knocked on
the door and
say “COOKIE?”… I had him in a wooden
playpen, to
keep him in view of my kitchen window, so
I could at
least get the dishes washed. He found a way
to remove the
slates. He went on to scare the beejees
out of me,
not being satisfied with sitting on the glider, on
the swing
set, but to stand on the handles on each side,
and swing the
glider as fast as he could.. swing out about 6
feet each way
at full blast, before I could get out of the house, jump the
fence and quietly talk him down… I didn’t want to scare him and
have him let go.
I had a
girlfriend watch him, when I went to have his 3rd
sister in the
hospital.. I got home at noon (in those day
you could
just stay over night) to a call of …could I pick
him up..
Seems that he was in one mess after the other.
She would be
cleaning up mess #1, while her husband
was picking
up mess #2, and he was in mess #3…they
couldn’t keep
up. He was also known to climb up dressers
by pulling
out the drawer slightly, getting to the top and
jump down to
the bed below.. how he kept the dresser
from fall
back over him, I don’t know.
At the age of
5, he taught his sister to back off… as they
were always
bossing him around. One day as a calf
bull
came over to
the yard, he mounted the bucking bull, and
held on for
at least a minute before hitting the ground.
Much to his
sister’s horror. They just knew he was going
to get killed
and they were going to get killed for not stopping him. As he brushed
himself off, grinning, he pushed his oldest sister in the
chest, as she ran up… and told her to back off.
She had new
respect for him there after.. and slowed down
some of the
bossiness.
He loves the
woods, and that is where he works. He is a tree
topper… among
other things.. Has worked in the woods for
over 30
years. One time being hit by a widow maker.. knocking out his arm
from the shoulder socket..went down while waiting for
his partner, and grabbed ahold of the truck tailgate, and pulled it
back in place. Thank goodness I find out about this adult mishaps
a few days to a week later.. as he lives 8 hours from us.
He and his
beautiful wife, have 4 children 7 grandchildren, and live the life
they both love with a farm, animals, motorcycles, boats, and
family surrounding them. .
SO HAPPY
BIRTHDAY #1 SON…. May the next 50 be as
much fun for
you…
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