Warm spring nights, trying but joyful times, and true love falling from the moonlit sky, are just a few of the things that will recapture the past in a way that all can almost relive these events. Gage, I hope that you too will be able to recapture these events as you read on.
First, my parents met. They met at Claremore Lake in April of 1981. Their ages at the time of the meeting were fifteen and twenty-one. I have been told that as my mother pulled up and saw him sitting there playing his guitar and singing, that there was an instant attraction.
After their marriage in September of 1987, my mother became pregnant with me in March of 1988. I was born December 7, 1988 weighing in at six pounds, four ounces. My mother Karen Brewer was age twenty-two and my father Mike Brewer was twenty-eight at the time of my birth. My mother had to have an emergency c-section, due to the fact that I was a star-gazer. (Being a star-gazer is another way of saying that I was faced the wrong way for natural birth.) The doctors over-drugged my mother, so when I was finally born, I was very unresponsive and had an apgar score of two. I had to be on a respirator to help me breathe. I also underwent a series of tests to determine whether or not I would be able to live a normal life. The doctors told my mother that there was a possibility that I could be retarded because of the complications during birth.
When I asked my mother what she thought of me as a baby, the first thing that she said was that I had a big-fat-honker nose like my Papa Tuffy. The second thing that was said was that my family thought I was precious. I was the first granddaughter for both sets of grandparents. My father called me “Daddy’s Baby Girl.” My mother got my ears pierced at two-weeks old. She even used to glue bows to my head, so that people would stop calling me a boy.
I went to Elementary school in Oologah, Oklahoma. My best friends there were: Tessa Heuszel, Nicole Pate, and Sabrina Marrara. We thought that we would be friends forever. We had a lot of fun times. We had our crushes. We had out fights. Through all of this I only managed to stay in touch with one of them, Sabrina. Tessa, Nicole and I were friends through the first part of high school. This lasted till I met my fiancé the summer before my eleventh grade year. I have learned the true meaning of friendship from one of my friends. To this day, we are still friends. She is married and I am getting ready to be a mother.
I went to junior high school in the same place as I did elementary. Junior high was nothing like I expected it to be. I expected it to be exciting. I expected the kids to be more mature. I was wrong. I was made fun of. The older kids were cruel. I think the reason they did the name calling was because they were really insecure with themselves. I was called “poofy hair,” “four-eyes,” and “Pinocchio.” This was also a time when I was really trying to figure out who I was. With the name calling and my insecurities this made it very difficult. I became really depressed. It seemed like I really didn’t have any friends. The friends that I did have really weren’t relating to what I was going through. It was the most depressing time in my life, at least I thought.
High school was supposed to be awesome. It was supposed to be the time I got a boyfriend, when we went on dates, and hung out at the football games. High school proved to be just as bad, if not worse, than junior high. The students were even more judgmental than they were before. High school was not fun. It was awful. The classes were harder. The students pressed everyone to look a certain way. If you were not wearing: Abercrombie and Fitch, Hollister, American Eagle, or something that you could get from the mall then you were an outcast. I was an outcast. My parents didn’t have money for these kinds of things. I was lucky to get a twenty dollar pair of jeans. Even if my parents did have the money to go buy me these things, I doubt they would have. My parents wanted to teach my brother and me the meaning of hard work and to cherish what we did have. They did a good job because now I definitely realize the meaning of money. Then I met someone that helped change my life for the better.
Later, in May of 2005 your father and I met. It was a different, but wonderful, experience. At the time of our meeting your father was twenty-seven and I was sixteen. We met at a friend of the family’s house. You father was the answer to my prayers. If it wasn’t for him I would not be where I am now. He helped to raise my low self-esteem. He helped me see that the people that were saying bad things about me were wrong. I’m not ugly, nor does it matter the clothing that I wear. He also helped me to figure out what I wanted to do with my life. I knew I wanted to go to college, but I didn’t know where or what for. I knew that I wanted to work in the medical field. When your father, Jeremy, saw the commercial advertising Community Care College he made the call and set up an appointment for me to check it out. I am so glad that he did this. I have learned so much at C.C.C. Your father and I have gone through some hard times ourselves, but we have made it through them as stronger people. Every day I fall deeper into love with your father. He is a very good husband, and an even better father.
In June of 2007, your father and I received the news that you had been conceived. It is very exciting news. Today, August 27th 2007, your father and I go to hear your heartbeat for the first time. We are so excited. The feelings that I have for you are so strong. I love you so much and we have never even met. When we first meet next year, it will be the best feeling I have ever experienced. To be a mother finally what I have always wanted since I was a little girl will come true.
I wish I could protect you from harm for the rest of your life. I guess I will have to settle for the nine months that you are growing inside me. I promise to be the best mother I can be. I apologize in advance for any times that I am not. Your father and I love you very much.
As the seasons pass in our lives, every moment experienced between our families is cherished. Gage, I hope that after reading this you really have recaptured the essence of the feelings, and the memories of these events. As spring remains the time of falling in love, we embark on the series of events we all call life.
First, my parents met. They met at Claremore Lake in April of 1981. Their ages at the time of the meeting were fifteen and twenty-one. I have been told that as my mother pulled up and saw him sitting there playing his guitar and singing, that there was an instant attraction.
After their marriage in September of 1987, my mother became pregnant with me in March of 1988. I was born December 7, 1988 weighing in at six pounds, four ounces. My mother Karen Brewer was age twenty-two and my father Mike Brewer was twenty-eight at the time of my birth. My mother had to have an emergency c-section, due to the fact that I was a star-gazer. (Being a star-gazer is another way of saying that I was faced the wrong way for natural birth.) The doctors over-drugged my mother, so when I was finally born, I was very unresponsive and had an apgar score of two. I had to be on a respirator to help me breathe. I also underwent a series of tests to determine whether or not I would be able to live a normal life. The doctors told my mother that there was a possibility that I could be retarded because of the complications during birth.
When I asked my mother what she thought of me as a baby, the first thing that she said was that I had a big-fat-honker nose like my Papa Tuffy. The second thing that was said was that my family thought I was precious. I was the first granddaughter for both sets of grandparents. My father called me “Daddy’s Baby Girl.” My mother got my ears pierced at two-weeks old. She even used to glue bows to my head, so that people would stop calling me a boy.
I went to Elementary school in Oologah, Oklahoma. My best friends there were: Tessa Heuszel, Nicole Pate, and Sabrina Marrara. We thought that we would be friends forever. We had a lot of fun times. We had our crushes. We had out fights. Through all of this I only managed to stay in touch with one of them, Sabrina. Tessa, Nicole and I were friends through the first part of high school. This lasted till I met my fiancé the summer before my eleventh grade year. I have learned the true meaning of friendship from one of my friends. To this day, we are still friends. She is married and I am getting ready to be a mother.
I went to junior high school in the same place as I did elementary. Junior high was nothing like I expected it to be. I expected it to be exciting. I expected the kids to be more mature. I was wrong. I was made fun of. The older kids were cruel. I think the reason they did the name calling was because they were really insecure with themselves. I was called “poofy hair,” “four-eyes,” and “Pinocchio.” This was also a time when I was really trying to figure out who I was. With the name calling and my insecurities this made it very difficult. I became really depressed. It seemed like I really didn’t have any friends. The friends that I did have really weren’t relating to what I was going through. It was the most depressing time in my life, at least I thought.
High school was supposed to be awesome. It was supposed to be the time I got a boyfriend, when we went on dates, and hung out at the football games. High school proved to be just as bad, if not worse, than junior high. The students were even more judgmental than they were before. High school was not fun. It was awful. The classes were harder. The students pressed everyone to look a certain way. If you were not wearing: Abercrombie and Fitch, Hollister, American Eagle, or something that you could get from the mall then you were an outcast. I was an outcast. My parents didn’t have money for these kinds of things. I was lucky to get a twenty dollar pair of jeans. Even if my parents did have the money to go buy me these things, I doubt they would have. My parents wanted to teach my brother and me the meaning of hard work and to cherish what we did have. They did a good job because now I definitely realize the meaning of money. Then I met someone that helped change my life for the better.
Later, in May of 2005 your father and I met. It was a different, but wonderful, experience. At the time of our meeting your father was twenty-seven and I was sixteen. We met at a friend of the family’s house. You father was the answer to my prayers. If it wasn’t for him I would not be where I am now. He helped to raise my low self-esteem. He helped me see that the people that were saying bad things about me were wrong. I’m not ugly, nor does it matter the clothing that I wear. He also helped me to figure out what I wanted to do with my life. I knew I wanted to go to college, but I didn’t know where or what for. I knew that I wanted to work in the medical field. When your father, Jeremy, saw the commercial advertising Community Care College he made the call and set up an appointment for me to check it out. I am so glad that he did this. I have learned so much at C.C.C. Your father and I have gone through some hard times ourselves, but we have made it through them as stronger people. Every day I fall deeper into love with your father. He is a very good husband, and an even better father.
In June of 2007, your father and I received the news that you had been conceived. It is very exciting news. Today, August 27th 2007, your father and I go to hear your heartbeat for the first time. We are so excited. The feelings that I have for you are so strong. I love you so much and we have never even met. When we first meet next year, it will be the best feeling I have ever experienced. To be a mother finally what I have always wanted since I was a little girl will come true.
I wish I could protect you from harm for the rest of your life. I guess I will have to settle for the nine months that you are growing inside me. I promise to be the best mother I can be. I apologize in advance for any times that I am not. Your father and I love you very much.
As the seasons pass in our lives, every moment experienced between our families is cherished. Gage, I hope that after reading this you really have recaptured the essence of the feelings, and the memories of these events. As spring remains the time of falling in love, we embark on the series of events we all call life.
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