Saturday, April 13, 2013

Another Small Piece


             In the spirit of addressing my identity crisis, I think a brief primer is necessary. For those of you unfamiliar with the story, (which was written with great care not to tip 500 words), it may help explain my confused start! For those that know the story (there are a lot of you) I have to admit, it is my go to ice breaker in social situations. Yes, in fact, I am painfully shy in real life. “Real life?” you may ask. Yes, you know…the one where you leave your keyboard and have to talk to real people…not just the characters and voices in your mind. Or maybe I am just socially inept, or indecisive, or maybe it’s a birth order malady…you decide.



The Novena



            Do I believe in miracles? I’m a practicing Catholic; practicing though rarely getting it right! Still, in a recent prayerful moment, I realized, of course I believe! I am a miracle, as are all children; some come with a story. This one is partially mine, but mostly Mom’s.

            Instead of a carefree adolescence, Mom suffered medical nightmares. By age sixteen, her reproductive system had broken down. She endured irregular periods, a ruptured fallopian tube and ovary, significant uterine scarring from cyst removals and a re-suspended uterus. It was 1942.

            Her doctor was kind; his news was not. “Louise, these troubles accumulate…you understand you’re incapable of carrying to term?”

            “No children?”

            “No, sweetheart.” She understood.

            Absolutely devastated, Mom accepted her fate, doing what any good Italian Catholic girl would do! She began a novena to the Blessed Mother. Her faith was immeasurable; she promised that if she could be a mother, specifically to a little girl, she would name her Mary.

            Mom honored her novena; a simple petition repeated over many years in prayer. She studied hard, was a dutiful daughter, and began a career as an RN. Eventually, she met a handsome, hilarious man; one who wanted a big family! Despondently, she informed him that wouldn’t be possible for her.

            “I can’t have children, Owen.”

            “I love you, Whiz. We’ll find a way.”

            You see, he also had faith, and eternal optimism. They married in 1951. Shortly after making their vows, Mom miscarried. They grieved deeply, but as their anguish lessened, devotion to her novena increased. After all, they had conceived.

            With sheer elation, on December 10, 1952, Mom delivered a sweet little boy. He was named George, after his Dad’s father. To say they were ecstatic would be a gross understatement!

            Imagine their surprise when 1954 brought a little girl. “‘O’, I don’t want to be greedy…two is miraculous…but, what if we have another little girl?”

            They giggled then agreed. They needed to cover their asses, or at the very least, Mom’s novena. Their first precious girl became Mary Ann. A year later Mary Louise emerged; in 1957, Mary Elizabeth entered on cue; and in 1960, I, Mary Margaret, arrived.

            
The First Five! George and Mary's!

             Mom’s doctor delivered all five of us, genuinely pleased that his diagnosis was wrong. The Tucker family grew right in front of his eyes! 
Mary Christmas!

            Yet, in 1962, my parents sensed something missing. So, for Christmas they put another girl, a Collie pup, under the tree. Of course, we named her Mary Christmas!

George gets another Mary, Mary Joan!
             By 1969, life was good. Despite suffering another three miscarriages, our count increased, when Mary Joan burst into our lives. Dad once hoped for a football team, but now conceded that a basketball team, with one sub, wasn’t so bad. He joked about his harem; five little girls now had him and George wrapped around their pinkies!

         
            So…do I believe in miracles? Hell yeah! Most days I even believe in the power of prayer and the sanctity of a novena well prayed. Now, as for confession…



            Special note: None of us really jump when someone calls out “Mary.” But, where report cards were concerned, Mary Tucker was fine. We just threw them on the table and let Mom and Dad figure that out!

            Otherwise, here is a handy legend:

                        George = George (Unless reciting “the litany of  the saint’s”, as                                                     Mom called it. Then he might have suffered a 
                                                   "Mary George...!"                                      
                        Mary Ann = Annie

                        Mary Louise = Louie (though it is some mutation professionally, I think)

                        Mary Elizabeth = Bethy

                        Mary Margaret = Peggy (The baby of the family)

                        Mary Christmas = Chrissy Dog

                        Mary Joan = Joni (Our little sister)

5 comments:

  1. This is funny Peg. I think you have a gift for storytelling but I can also see a bit of comedy here in the telling. Have you considered standup? Love Louie

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    1. Dear number 2 daughter of our parents, I spend too much time standing up, and trying to be a stand-up gal...think I'm gonna sit this writing thing out! It's so uncomfortable to stand at the keyboard, although...maybe Paul can build me a typing podium! You are a genius, Lou. I could burn off my RLS while writing...hehe. Love ya, Peg.

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  2. I love this story, and I'm so proud that you were able to whittle it down to 500 words, while allowing your self to shine through. CHEERS my friend!

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    1. Thank you Chris, I knew I ran a big risk, posting this without my favorite editor taking a few hundred hacks at it first!
      I changed it a bit, and am sure it needs smoothing,
      but I wanted to keep...my little blog moving!
      (Yes, I am adding a tab for my Seussicality, this rhyming schtick's now a full banality!)
      Please stop rhyming brain? This is the worst, ever. It's been since Wednesday.
      Happy Monday! Are you patching this week? Finally headed to PA in a bit. Send my FB page a link if you post this next week!!!
      Hugs to the kidlets!

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  3. Such a beautiful heart felt story you have shared with everyone and a very warm and caring site or outpouring more like it for everyone MMT, you have such a great gift in the way you share your thoughts with the world and thank you for letting me in. :-)

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