Labors of Love.

My mom gave birth thirteen times, and I still did it five times…but I was in love with everyone of my babies…..after the first I told my mom. I always wondered how you did it, now I want to know WHY?, and yet I did it four more times…. Something about babies, their like little kittens, cute and cuddly, and loving…I thought when they were all out of diapers I had it made….then they turned into teenagers… a whole other set of skills is needed. And after all these years I have not mastered many of them…so on and on it goes…but then we get to be granma’s, and oh the joy to be loved like you can do no wrong again…so I determined, I know why she did it over and over again…she just loved babies…so what did she do after that …. worked as a nurse on the maternity floor….I give her all my admiration….and have to say….glad I stopped at five…because no pun intended….A handful is more than enough for me…and so I should warn all of them as all of our parents before us warned us….wait until your parents…umm huh…paybacks…and that warning is….you still have time…to be good kids with less pay back…lol Love you, all of my children…and remember my job is to teach you to be independent…and go out into the world and conquer it…I believe you can be who you are meant to be…so stand tall and keep going strong.

 

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All thirteen of Us

All thirteen of Us

So as far as the Baker’s Dozen goes: Here is all thirteen of us. The adventures were already a long way in the making by the time I came along, Eight of us are still in this world today. I can not count the laughter and the sorrows along the way. There were, however, Great moments and Sorrowful moments. All of which are a part of life. It saddens me to hear friends tell me that they do not speak to a sibling. I can not imagine that ever being possible in my family. Our parents truly taught us about Faith, Hope and Love…

The Newspaper.

The Newspaper.

I have a joke about how I was famous since I made the Newspaper when I was born…My mom is the famous one…to give birth all these times, and once more after less than a year later. She is my hero, and my dad of course, My dad is holding Sunbeam bread in the photo. They sent him a case after this article was printed…I remember my mom said we owed the milk man $1000 dollars once, and he still delivered, because my parents always paid their bills.

“The Baker’s Dozen”

So…What was it like growing up in a Family with 13 Children?  I intend to let you know…I lost all of my writing for this book that I was working on when my laptop crashed… (and as we all know)  Make sure you back up.  How come so many of us often do not follow our own advice?  I decided to do my weekly blogs on word press as I rewrite this.  I Love my family and they are what makes life worth living.  This is just an introduction to life as I know it.  The Good, the Bad, and everything in-between.  I hope I will amuse you, capture your interest, and at some point I will probably make you cry.  This is what life is all about in all it’s certainties, and uncertainties.  I’ll begin with my next blog.