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A Child is Born
It began at a Christmas party. Rosemary was
seventeen and approaching her eighteenth year. She
was in her first year at university and, being a
highly intelligent girl, was doing extremely well.
The biblical words "For whosoever hath, to him
shall be given, and he shall have more in
abundance," were clearly true for Rosemary.
Not only did she have a good brain, but good looks
and personality to go with it. She was the sort of
person who drives you mad with envy at the many
good personal gifts that have been bestowed on
them. In addition, her looks were not the pretty
passing looks of youth, but the sort that will
wear long and well over the coming years.
As I said, it started at a Christmas party. This
girl, who had it all before her, got drunk.
Normally she did not drink alcohol, but someone
had spiked the fruit cup, and this had a
devastating effect on Rosemary. The upshot was,
Rosemary got pregnant to one of her university
lecturers who took her virginity in a back
bedroom.
When a few weeks later the fact of pregnancy was
definite, her parents were horrified. "You've
ruined your life," "We'll be the talk of the
neighbourhood, " "He'll have to marry you,"
"You'll have to have an abortion," "We'll have it
adopted out." So went the litany of parental
rebuke.
As it happened the father of the child did offer
to marry Rosemary. Not that he was a particularly
honourable man, or that he cared much about
Rosemary beyond a casual fuck, but too many people
had seen him disappear into that back bedroom with
her.
Rosemary refused this offer of marital bliss. If
she had been sober, he was about the last man she
would desire to have sex with, or marry. This was
just as well, because some three years after the
offer he "Found himself," and set up house with a
male student called Walter and, so the story went,
"lived happily ever after."
Rosemary was equally adamant about abortion and
adoption. She told her despairing parents that she
intended to have the child and bring it up
herself. This produced further parental wails, the
content of which I shall leave to your
imagination.
You see, from the moment Rosemary was aware that
she carried within her new life, she had an
overwhelming feeling of joy. Where other girls in
her condition, even some married ones, might mourn
their lot, for her, it was a blessing and not a
curse. It might be useful to point out here that
among her many other qualities, Rosemary was a
very spiritual person, and often had more insights
than the preachers she heard Sunday by Sunday, and
certainly more than some of the church people who
muttered, "The wages of sin."
Thus, from the first moment of realisation,
Rosemary felt there was something very special
about the child she bore. There was a deep bonding
even before the child saw the light of day. The
pregnancy went without a hitch; in fact she had
never felt better or looked more beautiful than
she did during that period. She positively glowed
with health and happiness.
The lecturer father kept at a distance, except
that he made a very nice allowance to Rosemary
that was to be kept up until the child reached its
eighteenth year. In the following years he
maintained the distance, showing no interest in
the girl who's virginity he had taken or the
offspring.
Rosemary even rejoiced at the pain of childbirth,
seeing it as the sort of pain that always goes
with the privilege of bringing forth a new
creation. It was a boy child, and when holding him
in her arms for the first time, where others saw a
red wrinkled creature, she saw the universe
encapsulated in this tiny fragment of life.
The bonding already begun in the womb, now
continued, and over the coming years was to take
on unusual depths and meaning. She returned to the
parental home with the child, whom she had named
John because, as Rosemary said, "God has been
gracious."
At the end of the first year after John's birth,
Rosemary found an apartment she could afford, and
they moved in. For the first five years of John's
life, Rosemary devoted her time and energy to
caring for him. She held the view that there would
be no artificial accelerated learning. "When he is
ready he will learn if the materials are ready to
hand for him."
They played together and bathed together. After
bathing they would wrestle around the floor naked
or hide from each other waiting to be found. There
was to be no false modesty between them, for, as
Rosemary said, "The human body is too beautiful to
be hidden all the time." I hasten to add that this
may be true of Rosemary and John, but it may not
be a universal truth unfortunately.
John was not to be a child forever stuck before a
television set. He was taken out in the pram
across woods and fields, and his bare feet allowed
to touch the earth. Like his mother, John had a
quick intelligence, and speedily came to
appreciate the beauty of his world and the
creatures that inhabited it.
When the time came for him to go to school, and
once she was sure he had settled in well, Rosemary
returned to her studies. She was careful to see
that this did not interfere with the time she and
John spent together. With a more enlightened view
of education holding sway, she could pace herself
out appropriately.
Sometimes, in the evening and while she read to
him, John would reach up and touch her face and
say, "Mummy, you are beautiful. I love you." There
is no more sincere compliment than that, coming
from a child, and Rosemary would have to wipe her
eyes and blow her nose, as she replied, "I love
you too, my darling." And it was true. This love
between mother and son deepened over the years.
If Sigmund Freud was right, and the son perceives
the father as a rival for the mother's affection,
then John did not have this problem. Rosemary was
not without lovers, but they were never flaunted
before John. She took great care in her choice of
men. She wanted no long-term relationships, and if
she suspected a lover was getting too close, the
affair was ended. She also guarded against further
pregnancies and disease. Having put herself on the
pill, she made doubly sure by always insisting on
a condom being used.
One of Rosemary's concerns for John was the
masculine aspect of his development. Having no
role model immediately available, she made
shameless use of her father and two married
brothers. Between them John was introduced to
those mostly male activities like fishing,
fiddling with car engines, doing things "down in
the shed," and abusing referees at football
matches. Not that these men objected to being
used, as John had such a sunny, open and loving
disposition, being with him was always a pleasure.
As to herself, Rosemary could never quite
understand her reticence to accept an ongoing
relationship with a man. Clearly, the problem was
not sexual because she had lovers for her
gratification. Nor did she lack offers of
marriage. Staff and students at the university
went after her like a prize which none of them
won. Single men in the church she attended tried
for her hand, including one Reverent Gentlemen,
but all failed.
She told herself and those who enquired, "I'm
waiting for the right man to come along," but this
did not convince her. Her real reason was
partially hidden from her, but it was allowed to
surface as, "I don't want anyone coming between
John and I." For the time being, she left it at
that.
As the years went on Rosemary gained her degree
and this in turn led to her becoming a Pharmacist
working for a local Chemist on a part time basis.
This gave her the extra income that enabled them
to move from the apartment to a house.
John did well at school, and apart from the odd
moments of woe, enjoyed his life. He and Rosemary
continued to be naked in each other's presence,
taking showers together and still wrestling
around. The house they had acquired included a
swimming pool, and one day when John was about
thirteen, and he and Rosemary were swimming naked,
she noticed the first signs of pubic hair in his
groin and an apparent enlargement of his penis.
She smiled as she recalled the times she had
washed his little sexual organ when he was a baby,
and felt a sense of exultation at the thought that
he was now moving towards manhood.
She drew no attention to this development, but
waited for him to comment if he wished. He did so
one evening when they were having their after
shower wrestle. "Look, mum, see what's happening
to me?" She showed interest, but because she made
no big thing about it, John did not go into that
shy stage that seems to afflict many young people.
As with most of his life up to that point, and
thanks to Rosemary's careful nurturing, this most
dramatic of physical changes was taken in his
stride. He later mentioned that he was producing
sperm.
Thanks to the enlightened school John attended and
Rosemary's own instruction, John learned about
matters sexual, the potential dangers and
pleasures. When he started serious dating,
Rosemary always made sure there was a supply of
condoms placed in the draw of his dressing table.
She knew he made use of them because she was the
re-supplier, but again, she never made any
comment. If he wanted to talk about it, he would.
It was when he was about fifteen that she noticed
for the first time, that he was looking at her
intently during their after swim laze by he pool.
She also noted an erection. She said nothing, but
looking at him, she felt the faint throbbing in
her clitoris. Her mind went back to the often
asked question, "Why no ongoing relationship?" She
thought she knew now.
Their after shower wrestling had now ceased, as
his six feet one inch to her five feet six inches,
proved a bit overbearing. Instead they would do a
few push ups and other exercises, and then lay
around on the rug for a while. At least once a
week they went out together, perhaps to a
restaurant or theatre. At weekends, they would
often hike for a few hours over the nearby hills,
and always they were happy in each other's
company.
Even Rosemary's mother noticed the close bond
between them, and commented, "I wish I'd had some
of that from your father or your brothers."
Interesting comment from one whom had wanted to
terminate John's life before it had even begun.
As to their sex lives, neither flaunted their
activities before the other. Both knew that there
were sexual activities going on, and these were
not really kept secret, especially as Rosemary was
the condom re-supplier, and one day John had come
across his mother's contraceptive pills.
One unavoidable matter now constantly presented
itself to Rosemary. She sexually aroused John, and
in turn, he aroused her. She also knew that John
was aware of their mutual desire. Even if she did
not see John's erections in her presence, their
close bonding would have communicated his feelings
to her and hers to him. In short, both knew the
truth, but at that time, the truth could not set
them free.
When John was seventeen and a half, Rosemary
dismissed her latest lover and threw away her
contraceptive pills. Within a couple of weeks as
she went to replenish John's condoms, she saw that
none had been used since her last visit to the
draw. Two weeks later she looked again and still
none had been used. The signal was clear and she
knew the time was drawing close.
Now came a period of frustration for both of them.
John had to masturbate frequently and Rosemary
bought herself a vibrator. They would lie in their
beds at night with only a wall between them,
trying to relieve themselves of the tensions they
felt. It was not very satisfactory.
John's eighteenth birthday arrived and a party was
held. It went on until the early hours of the
morning with all the usual noise and clatter of
these occasions. Rosemary and John slept late,
then got up to a mountainous mess. It took them a
few hours to get things straight, and when
finished they stripped off and plunged into the
swimming pool.
Finishing the swim, they sat down on air
mattresses beside the pool. After a few minutes,
they looked into each other's eyes. Rosemary
parted her legs, reached out her hand to John and
said, "Yes, darling." He moved over to her and
entered.
That poolside entry was the earnest of things to
come. That night John went to his mother's bed.
Holding her close to him he kissed her, pouring
into her all his longing and desire. She, set on
fire by him, stroked and kissed his penis, sucking
in his precum like a starving woman. His hands and
lips found her breasts, the source of his first
nourishment, and poured his love over them. Moving
to her vagina his tongue entered the sweet place
he had entered this world from.
Rosemary had thrown away her contraceptive pills,
and as he tried to put on a condom, she stopped
him. "No, my love, I shall always take you as you
are, and rejoice in what we are given." He poured
himself into her.
It is now seven years since that first time of
their coming together as lovers. I see them and
their three beautiful children frequently. So far,
they have one boy and twin girls. Rosemary and
John have braved the sneers and accusations of
some, and the envy of those who long for a love
like theirs. Rosemary looks forward to more
children. May God bless them richly.
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