Ask me where I was 42 years ago today (April 3, 1970). I will not even hesitate to tell you all about my day. It was the day our first child, a son, was born.
Here is the story. We were living in a three room, upstairs apartment in Aurora, Ill. It was a Friday and there was snow on the ground. We had practiced and timed the best route to the hospital, had the bag all packed and were waiting.
In those days we did not have ultrasounds. We did not know if we would have a girl or a boy but we would have been happy with either -- we just wanted a healthy baby. We were getting impatient because he was due around the middle of March and it was now April.
My aunt (who lived across town) was expecting her third child. The phone rang very early in the morning and it was my uncle asking if we could come take care of their two boys because my aunt was in labor and needed to go to the hospital.
I woke my husband, Dale. I started getting dressed and he did, too. When we started out the door he picked up my hospital bag. He only heard the word hospital and thought I was needing to go. I finally got him awake enough to let him know what was going on and off we went to care for my little cousins.
Dale took the day off and helped me with the boys and we were doing fine. Sometime during the day I started having a backache and it would not go away. To make a long story short, we called the hospital and they had stopped my aunt's labor because it was a few weeks early, so my uncle came home and off we went. We picked up the bag and checked into the maternity ward at Copley Hospital.
A few hours later, our son, Dale T., was born. My aunt and I shared a hospital room for the night. She went home the next day and had her first daughter three weeks later.
We had moved to Illinois after Dale got out of the Army and had lived and worked there for a couple of years. After our son was born, we decided we needed to come back home. When he was six weeks old, we packed up and moved home to Manila. He was the first grandchild on my side of the family and got his fair share of spoiling from all of his Arkansas grandparents. Counting his grandparents, great-grandparents and great-great grandparents, he had a total of 10.
That is the story of what I was doing 42 years ago today. I am sure all other mothers, like me, can remember well when their children were born. Each one is special and makes our lives complete.
I have been blessed. Starting on April 3, 1970, I had a son, three years later I had a daughter, and through the years I now have five wonderful grandchildren ranging from age 16 to 5.
I think young couples today are fortunate to be able to know (almost 100 percent) if they will have a boy or girl or twins. They can have the supplies ready and the room all decorated in pink or blue.
Some couples choose not to know if they are having a boy or girl and that is okay, also. At least they have the choice.
Some things change, but the wonder of a new baby is the same yesterday, today and tomorrow.
Just a reminder that Sunday is Easter, a special day set aside to celebrate the resurrection of Jesus. Let's not get so caught up we forget what the day represents and pass it on to our children and grandchildren.