I have always called her "The Eternal
Cheerleader." When she married Ky, she was fresh from being an 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.
Corey and Christi, Teresa's age, decided to
have one more child late in life. Their children were growing up, and Christi
just loves having a baby in the house. And, Corey has always spent his spare
time playing with his kids. Needless to say, they are great parents. Christi's
home had become babyless, and Corey was
losing his playmates.
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 23rd Psalm, from memory. Rachel is not just a
gymnast. Not just a pretty face, which she is also. 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 for got to tell you what
she found. "Rachel: A Gift From God."
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