AMY                                                             JOY

Mothers who have had a profound impact on my life include my beautiful daughters. 

When I became pregnant with our first, the doctor had me convinced I was going to have a boy.  There were no ultrasounds then, so it was by guess only.  When she arrived, I was under the influence of anesthetic and saw her dangling umbilical cord.  I didn’t believe that she wasn’t a boy.  I thank God every day for the gift of my Amy.  She was the perfect child. At least in her siblings opinions.

It wasn’t only because she was first, but she was smart, beautiful, caring, loved to laugh and made everyone feel important –  quite a lot to live up to.  As a toddler, she enjoyed tossing apples for the dog to catch.  She loved books and would sit for hours, thumbing through the pages.  Her love for learning, led to a beautiful mind.  When her brother was born, only eighteen months later, he became her constant companion and playmate.   Her creative side eventually took her to the world of interior design and that has become her life’s occupation.

Our second daughter came at the end of the line.  I was 40.  It was almost unheard of to have a child at that age, but she didn’t know that.  I was now considered a “seasoned” mom, so God wanted to shake me up a little.  This darling little, black haired, beauty seemed to be a carbon copy of Amy, but also gave us a run for my money.  She slept through the night immediately.  Her little hands were dimpled and chubby and her face like an angel.  Everyone thought she was wearing a wig, because she had so much hair.  Eventually, she became a hair stylist.  Today she works in the mortgage business, is capable, has strong business skills and is respected in her field.

Once she turned two, a new child emerged.   She had an inquisitive nature.  She investigates areas she shouldn’t.  She’s the one who spray painted our golden retriever blue – sat on her brother’s pet duck squashing the life out of it –  broke a guitar in the same way – made me wonder what happened to that sweet, helpless individual in the crib. As a teen, she threw caution to the wind, but became an amazing woman.

Both my daughters have blessed us with grandchildren. I’ve seen them struggle with discipline, behavior problems, language issues, strong wills, attitude and a whole slew of things that parents deal with every day.  They’re both handling this parenting thing better than I did.  I’m not seeing them at the end of the day, but I have seen the result of their love, through their children, who are becoming responsible young adults.

When we become parents, we never know where it will take us, but God has it all laid out for us.  Trusting His direction will lead to His blessings.

I love my daughters and the women they’ve become.  I know it’s only through God’s intervention, that they’ve turned out to be loving moms too.





As I reach the end of my years, I find I have a lot of good information stored up in this old decrepit mind of mine. If I don't write it all down, it may vanish and no one will have the advantage of my thoughts. This is why this blog exists. I love the Lord, Jesus with all my heart and soul. I know I'm undeserving of all He's done for me, but I also know that His love is beyond my comprehension. I've always wanted to write. I never kept diaries, but tucked my thoughts in my head for future reference. I use them now in creating stories, plays, poetry and my blog. I continue to learn every day. I believe the compilation of our time spent with God will have huge affect on the way we live. I know I'm a sinner and I need a Savior. I have One through Jesus, Christ. My book, "Stages - a memoir," is about the seven stages of life from the perspective of a woman. It addresses all the things girls and women go through in life as they travel it with Jesus, and it is available on
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