We moved to seven different towns in my early life and I was introduced to hundreds of people by my mama as, "And this is Jackie, my baby boy, OR This is our youngest, Jackie, the baby of the family."
That bothered me until I was married, then bothered me less when I was grown. But even in my 50's & 60's I was still her baby.
There is something special about mothers and their children. Probably something we men will never fully understand.
When I was 11-12 it really bothered me and I never forgave my younger brother for dying just after he was born, he could have been called THE BABY. lol
Of course I must admit when we were alone and she would hug me and call me her baby, I didn't mind that. I was really her pet.
Funny thing, I am 78 now, and I don't mind being the baby of the family! Sister Shirl and I are the only ones left of the family. We have buried Momma and daddy, a sweet sister, two brothers (that were my heroes), and two infant siblings.
Sister Shirl has suffered grief losing a wonderful husband, Sherry has lost six members of her family.
Many of the Shipslog's readers have lost more. Our boys are a joy to be around at this point in life. Tonight we entertained and were entertained by our oldest son, Jack Jr. Sherry and I have decided it is time to talk of our future with the boys and what we would like to see done to prepare for the inevitable. I want to know both boys feelings concerning our assets.
Hey, not that I expect my end soon, but WE DO NOT KNOW THE FUTURE!