Friday, August 25, 2017 at 5:50 am.
Father? O the wonderful thoughts running by me this glorious morning. I been thinking as I do every single day about my children. But, this morning? It’s been Steven’s turn. Tears flow. Laughter follows. O what memories! That Christmas Day I walked in that little house in Westwego carrying a bundle of joy in my arms—a precious blond hair little fellow so precious that he stole our hearts from the minute we laid eyes on him.
The girls quickly made room for him. One of them gave up her bunk bed to laid the precious one on. He slept clutching his Winnie the Pooh bear. He woke to a house full of doting little girls to his delight. Just a little over 2-years old. He talked and talked, but! He stuttered. It was so funny! He entertained us all. I would ask him, “What’s your name?” He would start his answer, “Ssssst…” And I would say, “Spit it out Steven!” He would spit and start all over again with his Sssssst!
I don’t why people stutters, but! My method worked. After a while? Steven was spitting whole words with no trouble at all. On and on go the memories. We moved to a bigger house. There Steven found himself a girl-friend—Bonnie, cutest girl there was. Blue eyes, fair freckle face, long reddish hair, just beautiful. They play and play along the older children.
They were both under 5 so, no school, they got to go with me wherever I went. One day, they are sitting in the back seat of the Station Wagon while I am driving. I heard a conversation going on in the most formal matter, “Bonnie, when we grow-up we going to get married. I am going to buy a Ferrari and you going to work and help me pay for it.” Bonnie’s reply, “But Steven! I could not help you because I am going to be pregnant and I could not work!”
Can you imagine that? Where in the world these two got such ideas at that tender age? To this day it’s a mystery to me. I guess I was too busy cooking and washing and driving them all around to extra curriculum activities for them to get a good education that, I was not paying attention as to where my little boy was getting his education.
Thanks to our Father. Despite all my deficiencies in bringing them up? Father took good care of the seven of them. They had to go through the horrors of growing up amid corruption, but! They are all now productive citizens making a difference in their world. Thank be to the Father/Creator of our beings.
