I'm thinking about the day Ty was born 23 years ago. . . .
We were too tired to have a baby. Calvin had driven eight hours to pick Trevor and Trent up from the airport and I'd been in town all day doing our once-a-month grocery shopping. I came home put the bulk groceries in the containers, carried the storage items to the basement, filled the cupboards, grated the cheese (it was before the day of grated cheese in the stores) and put it in the freezer and then fixed a big supper to welcome Trevor and Trent (our oldest sons from Calvin's first marriage) home for the summer. Cali was only three and Abe was barely a year old. After everyone was in bed, I told Calvin I thought our baby would be born that night. He groaned. By midnight I was sure of it so I awakened him and we found someone to come sleep with Trevor, Trent, Cali and Abe while we drove the 25 miles to the hospital. A few hours later it was time for Ty to be born. But did I mention I was too tired to have a baby? Calvin slept in the corner of the room. He was too tired to have a baby. But the doctor wasn't too tired. In fact he was awake enough to be a bit worried when things slowed down and told the nurse to hurry and get the kit. I wasn't sure what "the kit" was, but I was fairly certain it included forceps and figured I ought to hurry and quit being too tired. A few minutes later Ty was born. Nobody looked at the clock. Nobody knows exactly when he arrived. But it doesn't matter. He made it and I will never forget when he was just a day old. I was holding him against my heart when he lifted up his head and with those little gray eyes looked straight at me and smiled—strong and sure. Then his head bobbled and rested back against me. There was such a warm, special feeling that passed between us I knew it was no accident. That smile said, “Thank you for getting me here,” and mine said, “Your welcome. Welcome to the family.”
Welcome home, Ty. Welcome home to the family, it's grown while you were gone.
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Mom,
That was so fun to read. You are a wonderful writer. Will you write my eulogy? If you write it, it will make people laugh. It will make people cry. It will be eloquent.
Love,
Thy First Born
I absolutely love your blog- and everything you write- I also love reading your family's comments. It gives me such hope as our family heads into almost teenage years and I wonder how in the world anyone ever makes it through it! I see you on the other side with a family that all still loves one another.
How sweet, Jane!
Is anyone ever not too tired to have a baby?
There are special mom&baby moments that could never be forgotten. I have a few. I'm so excited for you to welcome Ty home again.
Why is everything you write so wonderful? It makes me wonder what parts of my life are poetic but being overlooked.
Sister Payne,
We love love LOVE your blog!! We hope you don't mind that we stalk your blog because you're our favorite! Thank you for all that you've taught us!!
Each time I read your blog I notice that you seem to have a way to see the good and positive things in life. I feel better when I read your happy moments.
Good luck with the wedding and hooray for Ty coming home!
BTW, I am feeling good. Thanks for asking :)
DITTO to Jill's comment!!
I have no doubt that you were too tired to have a baby after the day you described!
I really enjoyed Ty's talk on Sunday!! He did a great job!
I too enjoy reading your inner thoughts. Thanks for sharing them with us all. Welcome home Ty!
Hi, boy have you had a busy time the couple of weeks. It rain and then it pours. Ty looks good and his talk was very good, but we really expected that from your son.I really thought that he would be thinner having come from the terrible food district.
Now the wedding is over, which was wonderful,take a breather.
That was a beautiful post.
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