Thursday, June 10, 2010

The Lindsay Files- part 1

At the encouragement of this precious lady, Debi, I am joining in on the Mommys Piggytails to tell my story.
The story of my life.
While, this may not be interesting to everyone I hope that one day my kids can look back on these entries to get a bigger glimpse into the life I’ve lived thus far.

I was born in a small East Texas town. Kilgore Texas to be exact. Population 1100{ish} back in 1982. I was born to 2 big brothers, 8 and 10 years older than me. I was the unexpected surprise if you will. My parents had a very rocky marriage before I was born. My mom often wondered why my parents had stayed together all those years through the awfulness that was her marriage. Two years before I was born my mom had recommitted her life to the Lord and looking back she says she realized that had she not stayed with my dad through all those years I would never have been born. Through the years that followed my parents divorce, and my brothers growing and leaving the house, my mom and I had a very special relationship. Had they gotten a divorce years earlier my mom would never have had a daughter to share those years with. My dad cried when he found out I was girl in the delivery room. Both my mom and dad had hoped I would be a girl so they were thrilled to find that I was! (I mean it was me, who wouldn’t be thrilled!?! Har har)

My mom had me naturally. A decision I think she regrets since I weighed in at 8 lbs 2 oz. My mom is a small lady. Only 5’1 and probably 100 lbs before she was pregnant with me. {When she found out I was wanting to try for a natural VBA3C with Owen I think she thought I was nuts!} I was born at Laird Memorial Hospital

My mom saved the envelope where the ‘girl name’ brainstorm took place. There were such contenders as Tiffany, Heather and Jennifer. You know….whatever they chose I would be only 1 of many girls in my class growing up with the same trendy 70’s/80’s name J In the end they chose the name Lindsay Erma. {now the cat is out of the bag. My middle name is Erma. Laugh away.} At least they went with the less common A spelling of the name ;) Erma they chose after my great great aunt Erma. She was one of the most special people in my life.

Twenty days after I was born we celebrated my first Christmas.  My dad had just lost his job working in the oil fields and they were pretty bad off. Both sets of my grandparents came to visit that Christmas. My moms parents from Kansas City and my dads from Dallas. My mom remembers my Grandma Anne {my dads mother} giving them a check for $500 that Christmas and how touched she was at their generosity.

It was less than a year later that my parents marriage would fully disintegrate and we would continue on with life in our family as Mom, Shawn (Mark), Corey and Lindsay.  


  1. I'm with you. I don't think anyone would be interested in reading my story...but I love reading everyone else's stories!

  2. I loved reading your story. And, in fact, I like the name Erma. It's unique...and I like that.

    Have a great night!


  3. Your story has already been a blessing to me and I can only imagine what a blessing it will be to your children. It is already so evident by your love for life and the Lord that you have allowed the Lord to refine you through the trials of life.

    God is more glorified in our dependence on Him through the trials than through us pretending to be perfect. I'm so glad you've decided to share His masterpiece of your life with us!


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