Unto Us A Son is Born!

From Margaret Rice

September 16^th 1955. 

It was a nice sunny afternoon, I was cycling home from visiting my Mother. My thoughts were on my friend who was expecting her baby that day. Suddenly the thought flew into my head., ‘My baby has been born’.  We were in the process of applying to adopt a baby, but we had not been accepted at that time.

I got home to find a message in my door to say the friend’s baby daughter had arrived, her name was to be Lynne and I was asked if I would be Godmother.

With all the red tape involved in adoption, it seemed to be such a long waiting time.  It was not until February of 1956 that we heard there was a baby boy for us- about five months old.  We had to go to the east coast of England to see him. It was icy cold, ice formed on the edge of the beach were the tide came up.. We were allowed to take the  baby for a walk along the sea front. As he was sickly, and being treated with antibiotics, we were not able to take him home just yet.  

Two weeks later…Mothering Sunday (UK version of Mothers Day) in the Church calendar…we were able to bring him home.  The day was nice and sunny, so different from our first visit.

Now that I have had surgery, my son is taking care of me until I am fit enough to look after myself.

And the wonderful message I received 56 years ago about the birth of my baby turned out to be right.  My son’s birthday is 15^th September 1955.