I First Became a Mom 37 Years Ago Today!
A slight variation from my usual “Top List Tuesday” format…but my top reflections on this day are of becoming a mom!
On this day 37 years ago–October 2, 1981 —I became a Mom for the first time. My son, Andrew James, entered the world on that morning at the Lakes Region General Hospital in Laconia, New Hampshire.
In attendance at the birth were my mother, due to her nursing career there at LRGH, along with other medical staff. My Dad waited nearby, anxiously awaiting the arrival of his first grandchild. Noticeably absent was my son’s father–essentially only a “sperm donor” because the marriage only lasted a few months, during which time he denied even being responsible for my pregnancy, even as he engaged in an affair with another woman.
Negatives aside…it was an amazing experience to see that little one who had taken up residence in my womb for nine months, finally come forth. Our circumstances at the time were less than ideal, since I was a divorced single mother living at home with my parents only about a year and a half after graduating from college with big hopes and dreams. Yet, together, we gave little Andy the loving family and nurturing home environment every child deserves.
Within a couple years, I met and married my second husband, who legally adopted then 2-year-old Andy, and with whom I eventually had three daughters. Our life together was certainly not perfect, but we did our best to raise our family in a loving environment by God’s principles, even though our marriage ended after about 20 years together.
In spite of hardships, Andrew has become a multi-talented, creative individual — creativity seems to run in the family! He picked up some of his Grampy’s artistic talent in painting. Andrew also engages in creative photography and graphic design; he writes and is a published author (check out his author’s site HERE); and he has become quite the musician and rap artist as well.
On February 11, 2006, I was blessed to have Andrew accompany me and “present” me to Dave at our small family-and-friends wedding at Dave’s father’s and step-mom’s house.
Fast forward to today, on Andrew’s 37th birthday, and he lives much too far away on the other side of the country from Maine, in New Mexico! I am proud of him for all the obstacles he has overcome, for his dedication to serving God, for using his God-given gifts, for the goals he has achieved and continues to strive toward, for the responsible husband he has become to my only daughter-in-love, Alisia (Lisi) … and for now being a daddy to their first child, and my fourth granddaughter, baby Shara Nicole!
Reflecting on his 37 years of life, from baby to little boy, to a young man who is now a husband, and a daddy, I’m reminded of this poem:
“Cleaning and scrubbing can wait till tomorrow,
For babies grow up, we’ve learned to our sorrow.
So quiet down, cobwebs,
Dust, go to sleep.
I’m rocking my baby, and babies don’t keep.”
I would encourage all you parents of little ones–even if your circumstances are less than ideal–enjoy your children while you can, because they do indeed grow up much too fast and then they’re involved in lives of their own, sometimes VERY far away.
Love you and miss you, my son!
Happy 37th Birthday!!
How about you readers?
Do you have young children still at home?
Or are you also an “empty nester” with all the children grown and out of the house?