I have always
called her "The Eternal Cheerleader." When she married Ky, she was
fresh from being a Ouachita Baptist University cheerleader. They began having
babies, and more babies. But it didn't affect Teresa as one would expect. She
still kept the slim figure, still looks like a cheerleader. But that is not the
main gist of my story here. As with many women, Teresa had always wanted a
girl. Badly. The first was a fine boy. Soon four great, handsome young boys
blessed them at their dinner table. Teresa's biological clock was running out.
Teresa and Ky made
a decision. If Corey and Christi could have a child late in life, so could
they.
Teresa was soon pregnant. During her early pregnancy, Teresa
was walking along the beach in Florida. Something pink lay in the path ahead.
When she reached it, she recognized a pink baby shoe! She ran to it, picked it
up. She burst out crying. This was it! This was the sign! She took this shoe
home.
The day of the
tell-tale ultrasound arrived. Christi couldn't bear it. She waited in the car.
Teresa emerged from the clinic. Her head was down. Christi's heart sank
Suddenly, Teresa raised her flushed, smiling face and making what could
possibly be her greatest cheerleader move ever, threw her arms to the sky and
shouted, "Its a Girl!!"
The pink shoe was
framed in a shadow box, and the new baby's room was built around it. Rachel,
Teresa and Ky's new daughter, and Carson, Christi's new baby and Corey's new
playmate, are a wild pair when they get together. They are now five years old.
Barbara and I were at daughter Kinley's house awhile back. Teresa's mom, a
wonderful woman, was very ill. She was in hospice, and the end was near.
Barbara and I offered to watch after Rachel and Carson during a very hard day
for Teresa. We soon realized we had our hand's full, with these two. Barbara
followed them around when they were in the house, I took over when they went
outside. Rachel ran to the swing, jumped up and grabbed the ropes as high as
she could, and was soon upside down. I was in panic mode. Teresa was a gymnast,
and hoped Rachel would be also. I learned really quickly, she had gotten her
wish.
You may have seen
it on the Internet. Rachel recited the twenty third Psalm, from memory. Rachel
is not just a gymnast. Not just a pretty face, which she also is. Just five
years old.
Barbara and Rachel
were talking."Guess what?" Rachel was saying."My Grams may get
to go to see Jesus today!" Reading the sadness in Barbara's eyes, she
said, "It's not a bad thing! She's going to get to live in a castle made
of gold!" From the mouths of
babes...
Teresa happened to look up the meaning of the name "Rachel"
later. Oh, sorry, I almost forgot to tell you what she found.
"Rachel: A
Gift From God."
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