susan

Let me tell you about my sister, Susan.

After Sherry and I were married and had moved out of my mother and father's house and were living with our husbands, and while my brother, Steve, was in college, my mother was in the throes of empty nest syndrome.  So she decided to go college and become a teacher.

At the time, I was going to Austin Peay State University in Clarksville, Tennessee.  So Mom came to live with me and my first husband for a summer so she could begin a new life. . . a life of her own. . .a career of her own.. .teaching.

Now you must understand my dad, at this point. 

He was a Methodist minister; but what we referred to as a "coffee house minister" on the side. 

Every morning my father would rise early and be at the nearest small town coffee shop drinking his coffee and ministering to whoever would lend an ear.

So one day during that summer while my mom was in college, I got a phone call.  It was Daddy.  He said, "Let me speak to your mother."

"Okay," I replied.

Basically, the conversation went like this:  "Alice.  Do you want to finish college or adopt a baby?"

Mom said, "Well, let me think a moment...I want to adopt a baby."  There really is no choice when put that way.  Only the right choice. 
 
 Ta Dah!

Susan Elilzabeth Sanford became a part of our family. 

Of course, we all thought my parents were a little bit crazy adopting a child after many years of rearing three of their own; but it was their choice.

I loved that baby with the big brown eyes.  In fact, I helped come up with her name.  I bought Susan her first stuffed dog toy. . .Morgan, which Susan throughout the years rubbed the fur off it's body; and which Mom later had framed.

Now that sweet baby is grown, married to a wonderful man, Larry, and lives in Germany. 

But the wonderful part is that she is visiting me and Mom when we need her the most. 

Last night as I passed by Mom's room I caught a glimpse of Susan and Mom snuggled in the bed together.  I paused and thought, "How sweet." 

Then I thought, "I never even thought about crawling upon that bed and snuggling next to my mother."

Certainly, Susan and Mom's bond is a special bond formed in a different era than mine.

Thank you, Susan for helping out at this point in time. 

We love you!

Comments

[sherry pearl]

Yes, we do love you, Susan.

[Darlene]

What a lovely post. It certainly touched my heart. Thanks for sharing about Susan, etc.