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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 3 – Advanced)
Topic: Oops (01/14/10)

TITLE: Unplanned, but Glorious
By Glynis Becker
01/19/10


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“Now sit right down there and tell me what's up. You want a cup of coffee?”

“Is it decaf?”

Roberta stuck her hand out. “Hello. I'm your sister, Roberta. Have we met? It's ten-thirty in the morning, of course it isn't decaf!”

“I'll make a cup of tea, then.”

Roberta sat down at the kitchen table and lowered herself so she could look in Diana's eyes, who was busily staring at the lace doily under the floral centerpiece. Her voice lowered. “Is this about the doctor's appointment?” Her hand fluttered to her chest. “Oh no! What is it? Cancer? Lupus? A brain tumor?”

“Knock it off, will you?” Diana got up from the table and put water in the kettle. “Yes, it's about the appointment.” She took a breath and blurted out, “I'm pregnant.”

Roberta screamed, knocked over the chair in the excitement of standing upright and grabbed Diana in a hug. “Whoa! Then why the face? You look like you just won first prize at a cricket-eating contest. This is wonderful!” She pushed her away enough to look at Diana's face. “Isn't it?”

Diana's eyes widened and she gave Roberta the “you aren't getting it” look. “I am forty-three years old--”

Roberta interrupted. “Not worthy of an entry in the Guinness Book, but continue.”

“--Amanda just started college, James only has two years left at home. How do we afford a baby on top of college expenses?”

“Same way you afford everything else, my friend: you spend less than you earn. Joe's got a good job. By the way, what did Joe say?”

Diana smiled. “Well, after I picked him up off the floor, he looked at me and said, 'I hope this one looks just like you.'” She paused and bit her lip. “Joe really is something, isn't he? I know he's got to be worried, too. I mean, we didn't plan for this, but I guess God knows what He's doing, right?”

Roberta put her hand over Diana's. “You were the one that taught me that God doesn't make mistakes. All things are for His glory, if we just let Him work it out. Are you more bothered by having a baby, or by what people will think about you having a baby?”

Diana threw up her hands and stood. Pacing the small kitchen, she started gesturing and talking at the same time. “Oh, it's both! The kids are going to be mortified! Their friends will talk. Their friends' parents will certainly talk. Not to mention that I don't think I have the energy to do this. Do you not remember three o'clock feedings? Walking around town with a half-digested glob of banana on your shoulder that no one would tell you about? The endless debate over whether formula was the cowards' way out? I'm just getting back to feeling like I'm a person and not just someone's mom. I'm not sure I'm ready to give that up yet. And when this baby is eighteen, I'll be...yikes...sixty-two!” She sat down as her face softened. “Oh, but don't you love their soft, sweet skin? Baby powder smell? Holding that sleeping angel and knowing that no matter what messes they had created for you that day, this moment is all you'd remember?” Diana smiled. “I am so not ready to do this, but what a glorious 'oops' this could turn out to be!”

***David Isaac was born to Joe and Diana on July 8 at 6:03pm. He joins his brother and sister, who take turns holding him so much his feet won't hit the ground until he's two. He is loved beyond measure and his parents will never even miss the vacations, rest or relaxation that eluded them in their golden years. A glorious 'oops', indeed.


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Anita van der Elst01/21/10
Very touching and well-told story. You took your MC through the gamut of emotions and me along for the ride. Good job.
Virgil Youngblood 01/22/10
A great title, well written to the topic, and a fun read. You have a winner, I think.
Allen Stark01/25/10
Gret story. It reminds me of a few stories pregnant women told my wife who ran Birth Choice of the Desert in California. After talking to my wife, there was only one woman I can remember that elected to have an abortion. Also I was 50 when we decided to adopt one of the babies at birth. She just turned 18 and there has never been a day we regreted the decision to adopt. However, there have been days...
Lisa Harris01/25/10
Loved the title, Loved the story...maybe because it mirrored my life somewhat. I also had my last at 42, with older kids 16 & 14. He will keep you laughing! Thanks for sharing a well-written story.
Patricia Herchenroether01/26/10
I really enjoyed reading this engaging story. Who knows what special plans God has for this child? No accident, for sure.
Jan Ackerson 01/27/10
I love the relationship between the two sisters--masterfully portrayed.
Barbara Lynn Culler01/27/10
I love the character, Roberta's enthusiasm! It was painted loud and clear.
Verna Cole Mitchell 01/27/10
I loved your title and your story --all the way through.
Lyn Churchyard01/27/10
The dialogue between the sisters is wonderful. I particularly loved the line, Roberta stuck her hand out. “Hello. I'm your sister, Roberta. Have we met? It's ten-thirty in the morning, of course it isn't decaf!” This story flows from beginning to end as smoothly as hot chocolate fudge over ice cream.

Fiction or not, this situation often happens. My mother was 42 when I was born. And my dad? Well, he was 63.