March 13, 1971, a baby boy arrives right on his due date... a Saturday morning if I recall correctly. His daddy had taken a Lamaze class with his mommy, but the hospital where Mommy worked didn't yet allow dad's into the delivery room. So mom had to go into the freezer of a delivery room with strangers to get Timmy out. When Tim arrived (his name had been settled on long before by his mom) his dad was brought to the hallway door so mommy could shout out, "We have our Tim. We have our Tim!" Dad thought mom shouted, "We have Twins!!" So dad became confused and was looking for Tim's other half for a few days.
Timmy John was so darned cute!!
Then he got a little sister who admired him greatly.
He wanted more so he prayed for another sibling... perhaps a brother this time.
So when Mommy brought home another baby and told Timmy it was his "new little sister"
... he replied, "So can we take back Kristy now?"
And THAT started the sibling war.
But Tim had been trained well
... that the world is ok if you just keep a cold beer and a weapon handy.
And when that doesn't work, just plod through the tough years, keep on truckin', take the wire hanger lickings, the loud yellin sprees, the nutty-ass teachers... and learn from the good teachers who are all around you, keep on praying, and the sibling war subsides and turns into love eternally.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY, TIMMY.
2 comments:
AAAWWWWWW! That is awesome Mom! Thanks. And Kris, I'm so glad we did not trade you in when Kim came LOL. Miss you all!
What a sweet story! I don't know if I'm relieved or sad that it wasn't twins. ;)
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