Beth and Cecil - Stan

ONE B.M.B.


Edited and revised

In the year 1938 A.D. (after Christ’s death) or one B.M.B. (one year before my birth) a young family struggled to survive in a Cedar City, Utah. Cedar City is a small town in southern Utah about 75 miles north of the Utah-Arizona border. The year 1938 was on the back end of the great American depression and 3 years before the beginning of World War II. The young struggling family was special to me because it was my family. It was really my future family because in 1938 I had not been born yet. I was born in May of 1939. Before I was born there were five in the family, the father Cecil, the mother Beth, and three children, Kaye age 7, Richard age 3 and Mary age 2. My mother had another girl that was still born sometime between Kaye and Richard.

I may not have been able to choose this family but I believe that my being the final son and child of Beth and Cecil was not by pure chance.  I believe they chose me.

 I realize that my physical form is a combination of genes from both my parents but what about my mental form.

Is my mental form a combination of my parents or is that something that was formed in some other world before I was born?  Or, is it a combination of the physical genes creating a mind and body that could be taught and molded by the love and guidence of two good parents?

I believe is is the latter and I believe that I asked my parents to choose me so that I could be the final child that they would raise and mold.  I believe my parents chose me because I ask them to.  I knew they were people of sound mind and body that could and would raise me with love and guidence.

My conversation with my parents must have gone something like this:

 “Cecil, choose me as your next son. You are only going to have one more child and I want to be that child. I want you Cecil to teach me hard work and honesty. I want you Cecil to teach me how to relate to my sons and daughters. Cecil I know you work hard but I think you could learn to be closer to your children. It that is not available to me I will take what you teach and try to expand my abilities. Cecil, I know you are not perfect but I do not want a perfect person for a father. I want a father that is human and will give me a good home to grow in. I think, Cecil that you are that person. Cecil, if you choose me as your next son I will do all that I can to make you proud of me.

Beth I ask you to also choose me as your final child. I want a mother that will teach me empathy and love of others. Beth I want a mother that has no ill will and prejudice towards others. Beth, with your love of all that you meet, you are that mother. Beth I want a home with a loving mother that will love and protect her children and yet let them grow and expand in their own lives.

Beth and Cecil select me and I will be a son to make to proud.
Please let me be your final child.

S. Beatty/March 2010