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45 years ago, I’d reached the end of my third pregnancy.  We were in the center of one of Wisconsin’s common snow storms.  I knew it wouldn’t be long before this little one would be born.  It took some time to wake my husband, who was in one of those deep sleeps – the kind that happens when you’ve been anticipating something and can’t sleep and when you do, you can’t wake up.  I shook him a few times – got our other two dressed in their snowsuits and tried again.  At last he realized I was in labor.

We hustled the children off to our neighbors and sped to the hospital.  We did not know the gender of our soon-to-be born child.  We were in one of those many stages of life, when money was short and uncertainty about the future ran rampant.  Of course, being a woman, I am also a worrier.  I think that attribute is part of being a mother too.  I guess someone in the family has to do it.

When I originally became pregnant, I was approaching my 30th birthday.  At that time, it was unusual for women to bear children beyond their twenties.  Our future was unsure.  We had two children already.  Adding another mouth to feed seemed impossible.  My husband, being the rock that he is, tried to convince me that everything would be fine and that God would always provide for us.  I continued to worry.

When the sweet, baby girl was born with a complete head of hair, all her fingers and toes and perfect in every way, I knew that everything would be fine.  The worries would continue and still do.  Being a mom is a lifetime experience which requires you to be concerned about your children until the day that you die.

Our Christmas angel arrived home a couple days later with part of her umbilical cord still attached.  Our son seemed very interested in that phenomenon.  We named our new daughter, Joy, Noel.  The following days were filled with visitors, lots of hugs and attention to this new little bundle.  It was nearing Christmas and we were leading up to another birthday celebration – Jesus’ birthday.

As we sang the many familiar carols, our son seemed puzzled. When we returned from church he said, “We were singing about my baby sister tonight, weren’t we?”  I thought it had something to do with her name and singing about joy, but he continued, “Remember the song, Oh, come all ye faithful?”

We sang the first verse together:

Oh, come, all ye faithful,
Triumphantly sing;
Come, see in the manger
Our Savior and King
To Bethlehem hasten
With joyful accord;
Oh, come, let us adore Him,
Christ the Lord!

“See, mom,” he said.  “It’s talking about going to Bethlehem with Joy, full of cord.”

That delightful memory, mingled with the many to come, seems to pop up every year as we sing, “Oh, come all Ye Faithful.”  Our daughter continues to be our Christmas angel.  She grew into a wonderful woman and also had a child born in December.  Our joy has been doubled through both of them.




About atimetoshare.me

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 Amazon.com.
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  1. Ahh,what a sweet story. Thanks for the chuckle this morning. 🙂

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  2. Lee Poskey says:

    That was a great story Kathy, thank you for installing niceness upon us.

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  3. Lady Quixote says:

    What a precious story. And the picture is beautiful. You still look much the same, going by your profile picture.

    The youngest of my 3 was due 37 years ago this month. I have a home movie taken of me with a very big belly, sitting beside the Christmas tree I had just put up and decorated. But although he was due in the middle of December, the little monkey waited until January 6, the day of the epiphany, to make his arrival!

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    • atimetoshare.me says:

      He came with the wise guys, right? I admit it was much easier being pregnant in December than it was in August. I couldn’t catch sight of my feet and when I did, they looked as though they belonged to an elephant.


  4. Kids do say the darndest things… Love this! And what a beauty you were and continue to be! Hugs!

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  6. hatrack4 says:

    You have recently shared three generations of the same smile. Keep on smiling and sharing the Joy that comes from Jesus.

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  7. That’s precious! Great memories.

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  8. Happy Birthday Joy, I love your mom…and in turn, you as well—and boy you two sure do look alike 🙂

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  9. LOL Kathy…love the story of your son’s interpretation of the song. I also love the confident faith that is woven through this post! Blessings to you.

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  10. RobbyeFaye says:

    What a delightfully, sweet story!
    You and Joy look a lot alike, and you are both beautiful!
    Have a wonderfully blessed Christmas!

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