Finally to Number 6, the youngest. I am a nurse, my husband is a doctor. We understand human physiology. We withstood all of the “Haven’t you figured out what’s causing this?” comments. I smiled when people looked at me in the grocery store with five small children, pushing one cart and pulling a second cart, and pregnant with number 6. Those who said “God Bless you.” Heard a response of “He has!” All that being said, the youngest was “The Surprise”.
“Pook” chooses to torment him and tell him he was not wanted. Definitely not true, but what are brothers for? So, in spite of all of our medical training – number 6 was, The Surprise. I was shocked, but not nearly as much as 11½ year old “Sake” who declared that her life was ruined. Always thinking, “Calvin” saw it as an opportunity to balance the male/female ratio in the house or even take the lead if God would just give us two boys at once.
Thankfully, or should I say mercifully God simply evened the score with one more boy. After five children, this one gave me an education on unconditional love. I have always felt his love, from the second he was born. He has taught me how to receive love more than anyone else in my life. I look at him as a gift, let the others believe he was “The Surprise.” Love you too.
Wife, Mother, Mother, Mother, Mother, Mother, Mother, Mother, Nurse, Grandmother, Friend...that's me in a nutshell!