5.30.2008

Beauty for Ashes

For the most part, my life has been pretty normal as normal goes. I was reared by my father and mother, the youngest of five children. We were raised in church. I accepted Christ as a young teen. Went to college, got a job, got married and had a child. I was not perfect by no means but I was a pretty decent person. Never did the drug/alcohol scene. It amazes my daughter that I’ve never drank a beer. There have been a few life changing events along the way, marriage, the birth of my daughter, Katrina, but those do not compare to what I’m about to share.

Around the middle of December of 2006, I got a phone call. “Do you know the latest rumor concerning your daughter?” I was asked. No, I replied. “She’s pregnant”. I paused and then tried to nonchalantly say “Well she hasn’t told me about it if she is. You know how rumors get started”, as my heart beat a little harder. Just a rumor, can't be true.

I didn’t say anything but I watched for the signs after that call. They were there. Sickness, sleepiness, tiredness, no period. It came time to ask. “No, I can’t be” she told me. I prayed that was so but I knew better. I wanted to get through Christmas then immediately after I bought a test. I woke her up early one morning and had her take it. That big plus sign hit me like a slap in the face. At that moment it became reality. Every emotion possible ran through my mind and body. Except anger. I never got angry with my child. Yes, my 15 year old child was pregnant.

I guess like most parents, my husband and I wondered where we went wrong. We were Christian parents. We were at church three times a week, sometimes more. This shouldn’t happen to folks like us. Well, the Lord showed us.

She and I went for her initial visit to the same doctor that delivered her 15 years earlier. I cried the whole time.

But there was never any doubt that we'd keep the baby and it would be loved.

It was hard going out in public. I felt like everyone was talking about us disgraceful parents and our trashy little girl. It was weeks before I went to Walmart and when I did I felt like I was naked. We didn’t go to church. We just couldn’t face folks. My pastor called to check on us. When I broke down and told him he was very sensitive and supportive. I didn’t tell my family. They had to find out through the grapevine. And they did. News like that travels fast in a small community.

There was a tiny smidgeon of excitement when the sonogram was scheduled to find out what the baby was. That day finally came. My beautiful tiny little daughter lay on the table, while me and the father stood beside her. The tech said, “There’s one head. And there’s another head”. WHAT? Yes, my tiny little daughter was having not one, but two little girls. Excitement, pure excitement, set in at that very moment. I didn’t care what people thought about me, my husband or my daughter. We were having TWINS!

It was an up and down pregnancy. Preterm labor was stopped once. But after 32 weeks the girls would wait no longer. They were small, 3 pounds 13 ounces and 3 pounds 10 ounces, but healthy. They were beautiful tiny little girls.

That’s been almost a year ago. I cannot imagine what life would be like without my precious babies...all three of them. It’s hard. Twins are a handful. But it is twice the fun and twice the love.

It amazes me how the Lord took what we thought was a tragedy and turned it into a blessing. A double blessing.

Life is hard. God is good. Amen!

7 comments:

mrs.h said...

God bless you for the unconditional love you have shown.

Supermom said...

what a powerful post! I am so happy for the love you are able to give these twins.

Thanks for sharing a part of your life.

dhcoop said...

This is a great story tank! And I second what MrsH & supermom said!

msudeere said...

great post and thanks for sharing!
God bless you and your family

johnnybeaver said...

Wow!
That is awesome!
Thanks for sharing that. I'm adding you to my blogroll

Old Bopper said...

Your daughter is fortunate to have such loving parents. Lot's of people make mistakes but God forgives and accepts us in spite of our short comings.

You didn't fail as parents. Just the opposite...you showed your daughter what parenting is really all about.

God bless you all.

JustJo said...

God knew those babies would have the best Mom in the world. I hope your
daughter knows how very blessed and fortunate she is to have you..