The 86th Edition of the Carnival of Genealogy is a two-fer. In part one, the theme is "Other Holiday Happenings." To submit a post, we are asked to think about the following when writing:
Often times December to mid-January birthdays and anniversaries get over shadowed by the Christmas/Hanukkah/New Year holidays. So we're going to shine a spotlight on those family members and ancestors this time around. Select one or more December to mid-January birthdays and/or anniversaries on your family tree. Write a short tribute to or memory of those birthday guys and gals and write a toast to the anniversary couples. Share it in the COG!
My part one is in two parts. (stay with me here, it's not that confusing). In the first half, I shared my birthday wishes to my youngest son who was born December 10. My middle son was also born in December, the 14th to be exact. He took one look at my tribute to his younger brother and told me that he would shave his head and move to Tibet if I were to do the same thing to honor his birth.
Well I am going to miss my son David and I am certain that his hair will grow back. The day each of my sons were born is not only a day all about them. Nay, it is also a day to celebrate me - the one who carried them for nine months and then gave birth. And nothing pleases me more than to see the look on their little faces when they are truly mortified and shocked by my actions. [Sheesh, you'd think that they would know me by now!] So toot those horns, bring out the cake and light those candles! It's time for me to "Get My Groove On" and send birthday wishes to my middle son:
25 years ago, on December 14th, I went to the hospital with horrible stomach pains. They gave me a shot and I went to sleep. When I woke up, the nurse gave me a beautiful baby boy and said that he was mine. I am a trusting soul by nature, so I took him and said thanks. David was 1/2 ounce shy of ten (10) pounds. A rather large child, I had developed gestational diabetes during the last trimester of my pregnancy.
David, December 16, 1984 - 2 days old!
David is a very sensitive and compassionate young man. The first day of school he met a little boy who would become his best friend and still is to this day. The little boy had such a horrible stutter, it was impossible to understand what he was saying. David felt so bad for him and really wanted to be his friend so he "developed" a disability for himself. He began purposefully walking pigeon-toed. He kept this up for over 2 years. It was only after we threatened him with corrective shoes that he was miraculously cured.
David, age 8
David, as the middle child, is ever the peace-keeper. There are nine years between my oldest and youngest so you can only imagine what might set one of them off. He always sees the cup as half full, you won't find any chips on my son's shoulders.
David age 14
I have always said an extra special prayer, thanking God for blessing David with his handsome good look. A scholar he isn't but with a face like his and his build (6ft 1in) he won't ever starve to death.
So ends my tribute to my December birthday boys. I do love you guys, but no - I will not "grow up." Ever.