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Tuesday, January 5, 2016

"birth-day" Road

Found it--my "birth"day photo, and Dad
"I wonder what my mother and father were thinking years ago, on the night before I was born? What about when they went to the hospital the next day?" I asked Susan.
 There was so much uncertainty back then. You didn't know the sex of the child, or if the child was "normal," physically, or mentally.  I expect every parent has had those feelings as the birth of a child nears.
I remember those feelings with the approaching birth of my children.
But I had not thought about them, until yesterday, approaching my 72nd birthday. Suddenly, "birthday" took on new meaning.
Here's a painting from five years ago, and I'm looking for a black and white photo, probably on my "birth-day."

1 comment:

  1. Wishing you a belated wonderful birthday! You are an incredible writer. Thanks for being an inspiration.

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