Nina and Me. An ode to a great lady.
Now this beautiful lady was my Nina
Nina was my soul mate. She was beautiful and tall and strong and gentle and kind.
A lot of, or maybe most folks do not remember their life at two. I do. Of course my view was that of a two year old. And since I did not speak yet, it is hard to put those memories in words. So I must admit I have to translate feelings and perceptions using real words, and perhaps that comes out inarticulate sorry.
In the winter of 1957 I was adopted. The love was overwhelming, I had an instant 5 older siblings a great mom and dad. I do not remember that part but I know it to be true.
But stop and think for a second, what does a baby eat. Now prior to formulas what did a baby eat that was adopted? Well my birth mother was not available, and my adopted mom was not in that state.
And so it was that Nina came into my life for 3 glorious years
I suppose you could say I was adopted again. That is cool cuz just a few months later I was adopted again, by my buddy Jesus. Now this fine lady loved me to death. She was a member of our family. Hey it just hit me, Nina was adopted too.
And so my life began with 3 older sisters, a great mom and a Nina. WoW! Now that kind of loving can cause real serious problems. Just think on it, why would I ever decide to grow up one bit?
Now the time did come when I had to start doing things like walk. I do not think this sat so well with me. I don't think you can really tell by the picture but I was born with kind of one leg turned backward, just kind of twisted at the hip, knee and ankle so my foot face backwards. As I grew my dad who was a Doctor fixed it, but the early years of walking was not so cool. (think Forest Gump). So Nina and my sisters carried me for a little longer than normal. Remember carrying requires hugging, so that was good.
Don't tell any one but those are my brothers and sisters.
That picture above has one interesting fact, I ended up wearing every single pair of shoes in it.
As I grew, my mom and Nina notice an interesting fact. They could not put a pair of shoes on me, that I could not get out of in 1 minute.
Hand me downs. I remember some folks making fun of that. But I could not ever figure why you would want clothes out of a cold store, when you could get your big brothers' favorite ones.
But what is really cool about hand me downs is that they are not limited to clothes or things. At the young age of two, I already had love by the bushel handed down to me. And the bestest of all is that I get to hand it down again and again and again.
I reckon this kind of captures songs I knew and the spirit of the day
The reason for writing this hub
Some are probably scratching there heads at this point wondering "what the heck was that all about". If you are I wrote this hub for you, not someone who already gets it. Family is family. Little ones know this before they can speak or understand. Family is family. Friends and loved ones are family. Others know this love even though they cannot express it or put it into words.
So I wrote this hub, so that just perhaps someone who reads it gets it and treats just one other human with that kind of love. And then just maybe they will also pass it along. There are poor, mistreated children out there all around us. Adopt one into your heart and treat them like family. They don't need to be your flesh and blood they just need you.