That was an important day for me. That was the day Mr D was born. While I did not give birth to him, it still remains an important day to me.
Mr D has his beginnings from a mother who not only was a prostitute, but had no misgivings about taking drugs while she was pregnant. The fact that he was born so perfectly was in no small part, a gift from God. One of many gifts from God he would experience in his life.
He very quickly became a colicky baby who loved to cry. His bio-mom would lock him and his 15 month older sister in a bedroom while she entertain her 'guests'. If he needed a diaper change, it was up to his older sister to take care of it because bio-mom could not be bothered. Little Miss B became a great surrogate Mom to him. She was extremely intelligent and learned very quickly what needed to be done to take care of a new baby.
When Mr D was about 6 months old, DFACS decided to remove him and his sister from their home. This is when they first came to live with me. It was little strange at first for all of us. My youngest child was a senior in high school. But both kids flourished for the few months they lived with us. All too soon they were sent back to their bio-mom.
As you probably expected, they didn't stay long, and were returned to us. Both children were very bright. At the age of three, Miss B knew her ABCs, and could spell her name. She showed a great desire for knowledge and the written word. My Mom, Memaw, lived with us and read to both of them constantly. It was probably the only time those two kids sat still!
They loved their Memaw, and she loved them.
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