On Friday my baby boy turned 41. IMPOSSIBLE!! I am only hummmmm something.
Ken came into this world on August 22, 1967. I was one scared kid. Yes, I was a kid. I already had one son and that birth was traumatic. I did not know if this would be a repeat.
However this time I had a great doctor who was also my friend. He helped me though each stage of the pregnancy and delivery was a snap.
We were so sure Ken was going to be a girl, I did not buy anything but dresses. Imagine my surprise when he said, "Congratulations its a boy"
Whoops got to return dresses. When they laid that angel in my arms I did not even want a girl, I wanted what I had been given. He was perfect. (doesn't every Mom think that?)
He had great coloring, he had dark hair all over his little body. I worried that the facial hair would not go away, He had hair growing down to his eyebrows, It was dark also and I figured he would have this face full of hair, (he did later)
My older sister who was with me, told me that was normal. I did not know what to expect. Lou helped me through my first few days home but I felt so wonderful. I had not idea you could feel that good after delivery.
Ken was so sweet. He looked like a little cupie doll.
As the time passed he was the sweetheart of everyone. He had a winning smile, and a head full of blond curls.Curls I refused to cut until I was ready. Eventually I had to give in, this was 1967.(People were commenting on my beautiful girls hair).
So how did we go from birth to forty one. I am not sure, I went to bed one night and closed my eyes and he was going to Kindergarten then he was graduating high school, then he graduated college then he was married then he had children.
That happened so fast, my head was spinning. As the years passed I did not notice the time passing so quickly.
As the years passed I did pray for him constantly,
One fond memory I have of Ken, (I have many).
I had been sick, I was standing in the kitchen leaning on the breakfast bar. Ken was in High school, He walked in, Hugged me and said "Mom I love you SOOOOO much". That stuck in my memory. I know he said it many times, but this time it was coming from a very deep, sweet place in his beautiful heart.
Another fond memory I have that makes me laugh.
We were driving into town, Ken could not get the seat belt unstuck. David stopped the car, I said, "Ken get out and Jerk" Being a dutiful child, (HA HA) he did just that, he stood on the side of a busy highway and jerked around.
I laughed and laughed. "I meant on the seat belt, silly".
Ken was a gentleman, He had a problem with lots of gas. ALWAYS.
I taught him to leave the room when he was like that because there were ladies present and not very gentlemanly.
One day my sister and son were visiting from Arkansas, Suddenly Ken got up and ran down the hall, (he had gas). Unfortunately he was not out of ear shot, They said it sounded like a sonic boom went off, (after all he was standing in a narrow hall way so the sound ricocheted.)
It was so loud I am sure the neighbors heard him. We still have a laugh about that one.
So see he was sweet, funny, and a gentleman.
So today I am thinking of him,as I always do, I pray for guidance in his child rearing years.
Ken pay close attention, Don't blink too often, they will be gone.
Ken came into this world on August 22, 1967. I was one scared kid. Yes, I was a kid. I already had one son and that birth was traumatic. I did not know if this would be a repeat.
However this time I had a great doctor who was also my friend. He helped me though each stage of the pregnancy and delivery was a snap.
We were so sure Ken was going to be a girl, I did not buy anything but dresses. Imagine my surprise when he said, "Congratulations its a boy"
Whoops got to return dresses. When they laid that angel in my arms I did not even want a girl, I wanted what I had been given. He was perfect. (doesn't every Mom think that?)
He had great coloring, he had dark hair all over his little body. I worried that the facial hair would not go away, He had hair growing down to his eyebrows, It was dark also and I figured he would have this face full of hair, (he did later)
My older sister who was with me, told me that was normal. I did not know what to expect. Lou helped me through my first few days home but I felt so wonderful. I had not idea you could feel that good after delivery.
Ken was so sweet. He looked like a little cupie doll.
As the time passed he was the sweetheart of everyone. He had a winning smile, and a head full of blond curls.Curls I refused to cut until I was ready. Eventually I had to give in, this was 1967.(People were commenting on my beautiful girls hair).
So how did we go from birth to forty one. I am not sure, I went to bed one night and closed my eyes and he was going to Kindergarten then he was graduating high school, then he graduated college then he was married then he had children.
That happened so fast, my head was spinning. As the years passed I did not notice the time passing so quickly.
As the years passed I did pray for him constantly,
One fond memory I have of Ken, (I have many).
I had been sick, I was standing in the kitchen leaning on the breakfast bar. Ken was in High school, He walked in, Hugged me and said "Mom I love you SOOOOO much". That stuck in my memory. I know he said it many times, but this time it was coming from a very deep, sweet place in his beautiful heart.
Another fond memory I have that makes me laugh.
We were driving into town, Ken could not get the seat belt unstuck. David stopped the car, I said, "Ken get out and Jerk" Being a dutiful child, (HA HA) he did just that, he stood on the side of a busy highway and jerked around.
I laughed and laughed. "I meant on the seat belt, silly".
Ken was a gentleman, He had a problem with lots of gas. ALWAYS.
I taught him to leave the room when he was like that because there were ladies present and not very gentlemanly.
One day my sister and son were visiting from Arkansas, Suddenly Ken got up and ran down the hall, (he had gas). Unfortunately he was not out of ear shot, They said it sounded like a sonic boom went off, (after all he was standing in a narrow hall way so the sound ricocheted.)
It was so loud I am sure the neighbors heard him. We still have a laugh about that one.
So see he was sweet, funny, and a gentleman.
So today I am thinking of him,as I always do, I pray for guidance in his child rearing years.
Ken pay close attention, Don't blink too often, they will be gone.
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