photo by The Reclining Gentleman

photo by The Reclining Gentleman

It was raining the night we brought her home. Heavy downpours emerged from the slow and steady drizzle.   She slept soundly in the back seat, even though I ached to hold her in my arms.  Her face was calm and innocent;  a clean slate ready for a new story.  

The ride was short, just a few miles, but it seemed like an eternity.  When we arrived home, others were there to greet her and hold her and fuss over her.  I couldn’t wait for everyone to leave, so we could have her all to ourselves.  Sweet baby girl.

Word count: 98

This story commemorates the birth of my first child on September 25, 1972.

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About Life in the 50's and beyond...

Welcome to Life in the 50's and 60's and beyond .... where I write about my childhood memories, music of the 60's and about life in the country. I am a mother, grandmother, farmer's wife, business owner, and retired teacher.
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26 Responses to Homecoming

  1. Lovely story, Ruth. I know the feeling. I brought home a baby girl also. She’s now in her 30’s. Well written. 🙂 — Suzanne

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  2. jwdwrites says:

    I like this story, I can really relate to those feelings. It’s lovely to get them to yourselves – I know we couldn’t wait for people to leave us in peace. 🙂


  3. wildbilbo says:

    This is really sweet. Loved the ‘blank slate’ – that sense of endless possibilities you get from babies… well done.


  4. Sumana Roy says:

    a sweet and beautiful homecoming….


  5. This is a lovely story, made all the better because it’s true. Happy birthday to your daughter 🙂


  6. gahlearner says:

    Such a beautiful and uplifting story.


  7. Very sweet, a nice tribute to your daughter!


  8. liz young says:

    Lovely. Reminds me of how reluctant I was to let anyone else hold my newborns.

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  9. Margaret says:

    That’s one of the moments in a life where it would be wonderful to slow down time. It’s such an overwhelming feeling, and it’s over so quickly. You’ve shown it beautifully here.

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  10. Dale says:

    I so remember bringing my firstborn home after spending two months in the hospital… I so couldn’t wait to hold him without hearing the beep beep of machines!

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  11. mjlstories says:

    Lovely story. You capture the heady mix of emotions of new parents.

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  12. RR,
    I read this as I rock my 8 week old! So true, so touching, and so precious are the children and our moments with them. Congrats on the birth day anniversary!


  13. No matter how old they are they are still our babies.


  14. Wonderful.. a short drive can be the most important.


  15. Dear Ruth,

    Stellar piece. I could feel that ache to hold that baby.




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