In Honor of #RRBC’s Random Acts of Kindness Day, Meet Author, Robbie Cheadle and all her #books! #RAOK @RRBC_Org @BakeandWrite @RobertaEaton17
I’m sure Robbie Cheadle has been at my place before, but today, I’d like to shine a light on her and her written works, in honor of RRBC’S RANDOM ACTS OF KINDNESS DAY!
Friends, meet my dear friend, Robbie…
Robbie is such a generous, loving and caring person, there was no way I was going to let this day go by, without sharing her (again) with all of you!
Robbie has so many books, that I can’t list them all here for you, but click…
HERE to visit her Amazon Author Central Page!
HERE to visit her RRBC Author Page
Robbie recently submitted a piece for our MEMORIES OF MOM Rave Soup For The Writer’s Soul Anthology, 2022 at RRBC, and here is just a snippet of her piece called THE NEW BABY…
When I was a little girl of nearly four years old, my sister, Catherine, was born. She arrived eight weeks early, which meant that when my mother came home from the hospital, she didn’t bring my new baby sister with her.
Catherine was admitted into the neonatal ward with all the other premature babies. The hospital was strict about visitors and little girls of four years old carried germs, so I was not allowed to visit my new sister. My mother and father visited her every day and when they came home, they told me all about her.
“Catherine is tiny,” said Dad. He held out his large hand. “She fits into the palm of my hand.”
“Your little sister weighs less than a bag of sugar,” said Mom. She lifted a 2.5-kilogram bag of white sugar out of the cupboard and laid it in my arms so I could experience how little Catherine weighed.
The bag felt heavy to me, but if Mom and Dad said the baby was small then it must be true.
Everyday my mother expressed milk into a bottle and took it to the hospital for the tiny baby.
“Catherine is too weak to breast feed.” Mom showed me the bottle containing a small amount of milk. “She is being fed through a needle into a vein in her head.” One afternoon when my mother came home from the hospital, she told me the needle feeding Catherine had slipped and the baby’s face had swollen up with fluid.
That night I woke up sweating and shivering. I lay in the dark thinking about my nightmare. In my dream, a miniature baby with a swollen head was chasing me. “I want to kiss you, Robbie,” the baby cried, holding out her thin arms.
I prayed: “Thank you, God, for sending me a sister. I don’t mind being an only child though, so would you please take her away and give her to another girl who really wants a baby sister?”
To read the rest of Robbie’s story, do pick up your copy of MEMORIES OF MOM, Rave Soup For The Writer’s Soul Anthology, 2022!
Please share this post about Robbie all over your social media forums! I think she’s amazing, and this is my little way of showing you just how amazing she is!
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