Postby Ramblinrose » Fri Sep 17, 2021 4:50 pm
Happy birthday Blessed. Glad to know it was a happy day for you!
Twins … he will be called Jackson. Long ago my very first love was named Jack. We dated for two years and since I lived in a small town every one knew about us. So when my son was born, as much as I wanted his first name to be Jackson, I knew I could never take him home with that name without causing a stir among people
No matter how I explained it was my husbands family name I knew everyone in my home town would think otherwise and not believe me.
My sons first name was after the uncle who’s farm I lived on. He was an uncle by marriage and treated me like his daughter. I have so many wonderful stories about him teaching me about life on the farm including how to milk a cow, make fresh butter and how to sugar cure country ham from a hog he raised for me and then slaughter.
He was a little gruff old country man by the time I met him, but in his younger years logged in the East Tennessee mountains with his two Belgian horses. It was there he met a man that begged him to take one of his daughters to raise. The man lived in a broken down trailer home with 7 kids and no way to feed them.
Remember we’re talking in hill country back in the 50’s. My uncle had no children of his own and with permission from his wife, raised the little girl as his own. Then when the daughter turned 14, my uncle divorced and his wife turned his daughter against him. He sent birthday and Christmas cards along with presents every year, but the mother never gave them to his daughter.
I came along and I think I reminded him of his daughter and that was the foundation of our relationship. When I would climb the hill to go from my house to his sometimes he would be standing by a tree and would say to me…where’s that boy of yours, to which I would reply… you know I don’t have a boy. He never gave up and convinced me when the time came I would have a boy.
Sometime later I moved away from the farm. My uncle came down with cancer and chose to die at home. Not long before his death there was a knock on his door and there stood his daughter whom he hadn’t seen in almost 30 years. My aunt wouldn’t let her in know how much hurt she had caused my uncle. When my uncle heard all the noise he called my aunt in to ask what was going on
My aunt told him about his daughter and my uncle said … let her in. That angered my aunt and she said to my uncle…after all the hurt and pain she’s caused you? To which he wisely said to her…. I’m not doing this for me, I’m doing this for her so she won’t have any regrets after I die.
I told my son when he was old enough to ask about his name, if he grew up to be as loving, wise and caring as his name sake I would be proud.
Live Boldly, Take Risks, No Regrets...Jilliam Michaels