Hello Beloved……An Adventure Story about Children…

continued from  yesterday…..

Their Mom, and I will call her “Mommy B” smiled and relaxed. She knew what I knew, she had just found a baby sitter for her children. She told me she had to go back to work and she wanted to go back to work. She said she just could not handle three kids. I asked her where the other child was and she said, “At school. She is older than these two by a few years..I just need your help, you don’t know how much I need your help.”

She began telling me about losing her son in an accident.  They had a family outing and the two-year old baby boy was supposed to be asleep in the house. They were all playing outside and one of the older kids had left the door open to the car. Somehow the baby boy had gotten up and outside without anyone noticing and climbed into the back seat of the car and was playing. He fell asleep in the backseat. Someone had closed the door on the car without seeing the baby and he was not found until after he had gone to be with Jesus. They could not bring him back and she had gotten pregnant with this baby too soon and it was very hard coping with all the stress of loss and gain  and living like she felt like she had to live. She had to work… So I began taking care of her two girls, my one 8-year-old, and another friends two girls ages 3 and 6 and Debbie’s little girl age 3 and her son age 6.  I now have 7 children all under 9 years old five days a week plus my own  24/7. I prayed, “Lord, give me strength to do this and keep me in the center of your will as I take care of all these kids for their mom’s and for You.”

The first month was exciting and a large learning experience. The three-year olds were in pre-school till noon, the others in school till 2:30 and I had the baby from 6 a.m. to 5:30 p.m.Each morning began with prayer and rocking the baby while I gave her morning bottle getting her ready to sleep from 8 a.m. to 10 a.m.  Like clock work, as soon as she finished her bottle and got burped, she would fall asleep and stay that way until 10. She would whine and I would change her diaper and give her another bottle and back to sleep she would go until 12:30. This repeated all day long until 4:30 and at 4:30 she would wake up and whine till I picked her up and rock her, sang and talked to her and read a baby book to her and the kids would want to hold her and kiss and love on her –I would always say “No, she it too small for you kids to be playing with…. Leave her be and just talk to her if you want too.”

They would all sit on the floor together and I would read to them while I rocked the baby and tell them stories about the bible. Sometimes we would all play board games and then we would have a snack just before their parent came to pick them up. We began to meld together as a family, the kids and me. The began to pick out a name to call me, the younger ones called me Mo-ma, the older ones called me  MAJo but when the baby got old enough to begin to talk – she called me  “mama 2”.

That was my fault. She began talking at a very early age: 6 1/2 month old she said her first word. “No”. I would not let any of the kids pick her up or hold her and I would always say “No” every time they came near her. She was so tiny, I was afraid one of them would drop her or hurt her in some way so I was always saying “No” or “NO, NO”–so her first word was “No”.  At 8 months she was saying everyone’s first name and calling me ‘mama’. I would say “no, I am not your mama, your mama is the one who picks you up each afternoon and takes you home.” She would smile and say, “Mama” and point to me. My daughter would say, “This is my mama and you have a mama two. You go home with your mama at night” I spoke up and said, “Yes, she is your Mama at home and I am your mama two here.”  From that day on she called me “Mama two”.

Life with all the kids was so much fun. In the summer, we would go  to the Public Pool. I took the younger one’s to swim lessons, including the baby. She learned to swim by the time she was 2 years old. She almost caused me to have heart failure when she was three and her oldest sister, age 11, was in charge of watching her while I went to the bathroom. I came out and asked where’s Hope? and nobody knew where she was. I looked everywhere, asked the life guard if he had seen her, and the people near us and no one had. Suddenly, I heard this little scream of laughter and looked up on the high dive and there she stood at the edge looking down with arms raised like she was going to dive. The life Guard jumped up and hollered “NO, don’t jump”, just as she jumped from the high dive right into the deepest end of the pool. You could hear peels of laughter, screams of ‘OH NO”, gasps from every body there….. My heart stopped as I watched that tiny body hit the water like a professional diver and in moments come up laughing and clapping her hands. Her sister swam out and got her and brought her back to me where I immediately wrapped her in a towel and hugged her so tight she was gasping for breath.  I pulled the towel back from her as I was drying her off, she squealed, “Let’s do it again, Let’s do it again” ….I wanted to cry… but I smiled and said, “Let don’t and say we did.” and laughed with her as I hugged her tightly.

This was just the beginning of the most intriguing adventures………

I will tell you about each child I kept in the next Adventure…..



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