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!
Funny, huh?
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…
Tina
(Rockingham native, now living in Orlando)
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!
Funny, huh?
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…
Tina
(Rockingham native, now living in Orlando)
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