My daughter Nola was born six days later than what the doctor had told me — a nine lb baby. I was weighing 125 lbs for the last two months of the pregnancy. After her birth my weight was down to 100 lbs, as she was gaining weight, I was losing it (during the pregnancy).
I feel her father doted more on her than her brother. She was forever smiling. The whole day she would follow me around. As she grew up she brought sunshine, and laughter to our home.
She made us proud of her academics by getting a gold medal. And finally when she did her doctorate, that was another proud moment.
She was, and is my best friend. She never fails to phone me once a day, however busy her day is. She is a five star person in my life. Thank you Nola for being there for me.
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I was the shortest among my siblings, five feet one inch to be exact. I was never bothered about it till after my marriage. To tell you the truth I wasn’t aware of my shortcoming. I was made to realize this FACT by my very ‘Zealous’ sister in law time and again and others like her. I am sure it was very rude on their part but in those days I started feeling that somehow I was a big culprit. Now why didn’t I had a height of five eight or something like that? Now what to do? I was miserable on the inside over my this very Serious Flaw.😢
I was being immature you can say, but you can excuse me, my eighteenth birthday was still a month away. I took to wearing heels. I use to totter around on them, much to the amusement of my husband. My feet would be killing me but I would have a fake smile plastered on my face. Pregnancy rescued me from those heels. Thank God for that.
I grew up and stopped caring about rude comments. In my mind I was perfect the way I was. God had made me and you don’t criticize God’s Creation. 😊
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