ainitfunny
Saved, to glorify God.
I remember the fear of the baby bottle with the "too big hole" in the nipple that made me almost choke every time because It came out faster than I could swallow it and ran down into my lungs. Mom made the rubber nipple holes big so she could feed me cream of wheat along with the formula, but sometimes accidentlly used them for just formula.
I remember from before I could talk, mom carrying me on her hip and I slowly slid down till I feared she would drop me, but she always, eventually, hiked me back up again. I was only15 months older than my "baby sister" but I remember mom often telling me to "watch" my sister, a little tiny baby in a crib, because she would be "right back".
I remember crying inconsolably when mom took away my white, high top, baby shoes and insisted I had to wear "big girl" shoes with a buckle! I quit crying "before you get something to cry about" but was angry for weeks and resentful for a couple years.
I remember standing on my tippy toes trying to see what was in the silverware drawer that was under our kitchen table's top. I remember as a baby or toddler daddy holding me over the railing's edge trying to show me "daddy's car" on some car ferry and I kept nodding yes! (I see it.)With my head so he would stop holding me in the air 40 feet over the lower deck. I LIED before I could even talk! I did not see daddy's car, I just wanted to be back in mommy's arms!
I remember from before I could talk, mom carrying me on her hip and I slowly slid down till I feared she would drop me, but she always, eventually, hiked me back up again. I was only15 months older than my "baby sister" but I remember mom often telling me to "watch" my sister, a little tiny baby in a crib, because she would be "right back".
I remember crying inconsolably when mom took away my white, high top, baby shoes and insisted I had to wear "big girl" shoes with a buckle! I quit crying "before you get something to cry about" but was angry for weeks and resentful for a couple years.
I remember standing on my tippy toes trying to see what was in the silverware drawer that was under our kitchen table's top. I remember as a baby or toddler daddy holding me over the railing's edge trying to show me "daddy's car" on some car ferry and I kept nodding yes! (I see it.)With my head so he would stop holding me in the air 40 feet over the lower deck. I LIED before I could even talk! I did not see daddy's car, I just wanted to be back in mommy's arms!
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