I work at Walt Disney World with a wonderful bunch of people-- most of them younger than
me. Some have children, some don’t. Several yearn for the "pitter-patter" of little feet, and
one is actually "expecting".
A couple have no desire to become parents-- they subscribe to the stereotypical
"grandparent" philosophy… "I’ll adore you as long as you coo sweetly and smell like Mennen’
s ’Baby Magic’, but as soon as you whine… or let out a cute little baby grunt while turning
red in the face, it’s ’back to Mommy’ for you!"
I LOVE my children; I’m just so happy that Carl and I started our family while we were still
young. I can’t imagine the continued birthing of big babies into my mid to late thirties… or
even into my forties, as my Mom did. The idea of "taking on" child-rearing and menopause
concurrently sounds a little like Hades to me. There’s not enough Zoloft in the world…
Nothing against raising kids-- It was always fun at the Benson-Skenes house. But
menopause… THAT "mid-life crisis" almost kicked my butt!
My "baby", Carl Edward, turned twenty-one on March 19. Working at our MK office that day,
I posted this on our bulletin board:
This Day In History…
March 19, 1987
To all my good friends planning families… I have some tips for you.
1. Don’t wear any makeup. Ten hours later, it won’t matter.
2. Don’t drive yourself to the hospital.
3. Don’t have a ten pound, one ounce baby.
4. Don’t have that ten pound, one ounce baby as an out-patient.
5. Don’t expect ANY peace with your five-year old daughter present.
Happy 21st Birthday to Carl!
By the way, isn’t that "Tina looks like a train just hit her" picture hysterical??? I’d been
working hard, I was exhausted… and I had "monkey-girl" bouncing off the walls.
That was a rough day, indeed! and it seems like only yesterday…
For Carl Edward’s big day, I presented him with a special ring that had belonged to my Dad
(Streetie Benson) , CE’s beloved "Pa-Pa". We took it to a local jeweler to have it cleaned and
re-sized. On Monday, he picked up the "like new", bright and shiny ring that my Dad had
worn almost every day of his life since I purchased it for him in 1972. Carl Edward is thrilled
to be "rockin’ out" his Pa-Pa’s "retro" tiger eye.
…and a few nights ago, he bought his Mom a white Russian. I love my white Russians, you
know. Woman my age needs all the calcium she can get!
Love to all…
(Rockingham native, now living in Orlando)