My Little Dove

Fly Free My Little Dove

What does a mother say about the birth of her first child?
There are many words but the right one for me was Pure Joy !
I was so young, so scared and so alone but the moment
he was placed in my arms I was never lonely again. I know
I felt the purest of pure love that november afternoon at
1:19pm when I heard my son's first cry. When the nurse put
him in my arms no words can ever describe the total
happiness that was in my heart, the tears and sobs of joy
came from a place deep within my soul. Only a mother
just giving birth can know this feeling...That was MY baby,
he was in MY tummy for 9 months. I was giving him life as
I fed him from my own body. That was something "only I
could do" for my child. I loved that feeling! I read
fairy tales and sang lullaby songs to him as I waited for
him to be born. He was My Son!! I went through
his birth alone as I did raising him alone..(it seemed that way).
I loved him the moment he was concieved and I would
love him even more as we went through life together.

I love to listen to him share his stories of the day.
We would laugh as I would fix bubbles baths for him,
his boats and match box cars. The fun times came when
it was time to dry him off and TRY to get the giggly,
squrimming, little wiggle worm to get into his jammies,
kissing his sweet little body as I did, tickling him
under his arms and blowing bubbles on his tummy.
That would bring out the perls of laughter that I loved
to hear so much. Then came the round of kisses and good-
nights and then it was time for his prayers,which he
shared with his brother and sister. To see the three of
them kneeling beside the bed , heads bowed and their tiny
little hands folded, to hear their sweet innocent prayers
always brought tears to my eyes.

This is Lady ! She loved him so..

Randy starting playing little league softball (T-ball) at
the age of 4 years old, and played every year until he
died. He wasn't a great ball player but he had fun
and he tried hard to be the best he could. Sometimes
he would get so frustrated and angry at himself
becaused he'd miss a ball or strike out. Then he would
say he never wanted to play ball again... and he meant
it... I would laugh under my breath, knowing he would
play the next game anyway.

Randy loved to laugh and play and what a tease but mostly
he was my quiet child. He was so tender and soft hearted
and had love inside of his heart for everyone.
My little Randy was wise way beyond his years. Randy loved
to read. Every time there was a cartoon on he was in
front of the tv but only on Saturday mornings. He would
NOT watch anything scary or voilent, and was scared of
anything that crawled or moved on the beach...no thanks to
his Uncle Carl, who always chasing him with sandcrabs..(grining)

He was such a gentle soul. He cried at sad movies but would
quickly wipe away the tears so his sister didn't see him.
If he saw an older person he always wanted to help them.
Little Randy loved puppies, kittens and this big old ugly
turtle named "Sam" ! He also had 22 guppies all named
"hey you" :) Matchbox cars, Star Wars, video games, the
snow and of course Captain Kanagroo were some of his
favorite things! And sometimes his sister and brother,
if they weren't picking on him too much.. He like time
to himself to read or draw but rarely got it.

With his brother, Chris and two best buddies, Billy and
Ronnie, he spent many happy times doing all the things
that four little boys can get by with.... : ) I loved
the rainy days! NOT !!! Yuck...muddy race tracks were
made for their cars, muddy clothes, smudged faces
covered with mud, muddy shoes and worse of all muddy
finger prints on my walls......
I just wish once more I could clean the mud off of his sweet
face...just one more time.

I think what he may have enjoyed the most was learning
to play the piano. His Grandmother is a piano teacher
and of course she took her first grandchild and tired to
teach him when he was in the first grade. He liked it just
"ok" but he kept trying ( I think I pushed him a little
into that one). Then the year he turned eight he suddenly
got into learning the songs he heard on the radio. He was
for the first time beginning to just sit down and play for
himself. The song "Feelings" was his very first recital
piece. He chose it himself. Randy played that song with such
feeling! It was so beautiful and I was so proud of him that
night! He just had a natural talent like his Grandmama.

The last song I heard him playing was his favorite
"You Light Up My Life"
and you do still light up my life my son and always will
I love you my beautiful boy!

This was Randy's favorite place to play !
He was the "king" of our pool !

Fly Free My Little Dove