This is my youngest, Brent ... our little "surprise", and what a pleasant one he was!! He is the youngest of 6, so there's no need to go into all the details of how his older brothers and sisters had him walking and talking at such a young age even they were amazed!!!
The fun really began when I learned not only was I going to be a mom again, but also a grandmother for the very first time!! Yes, my daughter in law, Carol, and I were pregnant at the same time!!! I was both happy and embarrassed.
I found my oldest daughter giving me sideways looks, laughing, looking away, back again and saying, "You ARE kidding, aren't you?". I will never forget the first time I wore maternity clothes!! The kids and their dad were going to a ball game and one of them asked, giving me "that look", "Mom, are YOU going?". It was such a wonderful, delightful time looking forward to a new baby and so excited that I was going to be a grandma too!! I had stopped coloring my hair, but told my doctor the first thing I was going to do after leaving his office was go buy some hair color!! My baby wasn't gonna' have a gray haired mama!! (Actually I started getting gray at age 16, by the time I was in my 30's I had salt and pepper hair!!)
After I learned I was going to also be a grandma, I couldn't decide what to do about the hair color, but the vanity won and I put that color on my hair and always told everyone my color came straight out of a bottle and as long as I could bend over to wash it out, that is how it will stay, no bones about it.
Brent is still my baby, just like the rest of them ... they are all my babies, he is just the youngest .
The happiest days of my life was when I was raising my children, I thought I would fall off the face of the earth when they started growing up and leaving home, one by one they grew up and made lives of their own, which is the way it is supposed to be.
Debye, my oldest daughter, had moved to Texas and we would talk on the phone till the wee hours of the morning. Once, I was still on the phone with her when the first light of day began coming through the window. She told me, "Mama, you've got the 'empty nest syndrome' baaad, Honey!"
I cherish those days, treasure the memories that I am ever so grateful to have.