I can remember it as if it was yesterday – receiving a phone call from my doctor telling me that my pregnancy test was positive. Way back then, we had to go to the Dr., then to a lab, and wait patiently for our test results – none of this quick “pink or blue” or “positive or negative” deal on a stick. From that moment on, my anticipation of actually being a mother and raising a child was overwhelming and yet exciting.
January 7, 1979 my son was born. After 30 hours of labor – and an unplanned cesarean birth – nothing mattered except that I was given a precious boy to love, teach, guide, and share my life with!



Becoming a grandmother – “Nonna” to my grandchildren – only added to the amazing experience of being a mother. As of now, I have 7-year-old and 4-year-old grandsons and a 1-year-old granddaughter. I can’t even begin to describe the joy this has been for me.
My children were given to me as a gift and I was given the opportunity to prepare them for whatever the Lord had in store for their future. Wherever I may have failed, the Lord must have stepped in, since both my son and daughter have grown into God-loving, God-serving adults and are each amazing blessings to me and so many others.

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