I’m very excited to feature a special friend, Debbie Scales. Debbie and I go back about 45 years when we were both newlyweds and teachers at Indianapolis Christian School in the 1970s. We brought our first daughters into the world in 1978. Debbie shares some sweet memories about five generations of daughters. Memories that can be passed down to the next generations. Welcome, Debbie–so glad to have you!
FIVE DAUGHTERS, by Debbie Scales
My maternal grandmother was born on June 13, 1908. I know nothing about her birth and early life except that she was born to godly parents who had a large family.
My own mother was born on January 15, 1930, in an unpainted house that sat on a weedy patch of ground in rural North Arkansas. The day my mother was born, women who came to help my grandmother deliver her baby draped sheets above the bed where Grandma lay to keep the snow that was sifting through the roof from settling on Grandma.
I was born on March 24, 1952, in Trinity Lutheran Hospital in Kansas City, Missouri. I believe my mom was administered some type of anesthesia while delivering me. My birth was the first in my family’s lineage to occur in a hospital under the supervision of medical professionals.
My daughter, Lara, was born on September 22, 1978, at Johnson Memorial Hospital in Franklin, Indiana. Because at the time natural childbirth was in vogue, I patted myself on the back for requesting no anesthesia. Fortunately, the birth was uncomplicated, and the labor was not excessively long.
My grandmother’s natural birth experience in 1930 differed from my own natural childbirth experience in 1978. For one thing, sheets were not hung over the bed to keep snow from falling onto the delivery field.
My first granddaughter was born on September 29, 2008, at IU North Hospital in Indianapolis, Indiana. Her mother, my daughter, was given an epidural injection at some point in the labor process. Lara contentedly watched TV and played Solitaire atop her distended belly while waiting for her labor to progress to the point of delivery.
Regardless of the conditions under which these five daughters were born, their mothers welcomed their babies with delight and wholeheartedly devoted themselves to their care. They fed their babies, changed them, bathed them, dressed them appropriately for the seasons, tended to them through sicknesses, protected them as much as possible from harm, taught them about Jesus, and loved them with a deep maternal passion.
Below is a painting of my beautiful mother and me painted in the summer of 1952. The painting was done by an artist somewhere in Formosa (now Taiwan) or Okinawa, where my father was stationed with the Air Force. The artist produced the painting by looking at a photo my mom sent to my dad.
How grateful I am for my rich maternal heritage.
Short Bio of Debbie Scales
After devoting years to working and childrearing, Debbie now spends her time indulging not only her grandchildren but also her passion for writing. Her articles, poems, and devotionals have appeared in various Christian publications (Christian Woman, The Secret Place, and Power for Today). Debbie is a member of Heartland Christian Writers and lives with her husband Dan in Central Indiana. You can visit her blog at www.dscales24.com
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