HARD HEADS, SOFT BEHINDS, LOVING HEARTS
Children don't listen.
I don't mean when they are just trying to be ornery either.
I mean they don’t listen intentionally from conception.
Children undergo gestation and arrive on this planet as free agents in the world.
From day 1 it seems as if it’s their job to remind you this was once your way too.
That is until society programmed you to march to the beat of an artificial timing mechanism in an unnatural structure.
Case-in-point, I remember more than a quarter of century ago - 'peeing' on a stick - thinking,"please no baby, please no baby, not now” and pink turned to blue - and our lives changed forever.
Number 1 Daughter thought, "no time like the present to make my
appearance on earth"...And then it seemed as though she had second thoughts after witnessing all the drama going on the outside with her dad and me. She wanted no parts of the outside world and decided to stay put.
After all my poking, prodding and walking, Number 1 Daughter arrived three weeks after her due date. She still keeps her own time and is not too fond of the ways of the world. Through her own experiences with her father, she is becoming one of the prolific voices of her generation. She has her sights on changing how the legal system deals with fathers’ rights. Number 1 Daughter is a gift but not the gift. Rather she is a gift within a gift. (Sort of like Matryoshka Dolls which have dolls inside dolls. You know what? I'll explain later.)
If she arrived on time - it would've been Christmas in July. Unfortunately her hard head made for my soft behind and I had to suffer through two of the hottest months of the summer waiting for her arrival. One look at her though helped cultivate in me a loving heart. It was me and her against the world - until, as No 1 Daughter wrote in an essay for school the "Christmas Stockings" arrived.
Their little story started as one.
I told my husband I wanted one more baby, maybe a son.
Sometimes husbands can be wonderful to their wives and mine was more than accommodating to me. He would drive around with a cold diet Pepsi between his legs.
He read that sperm do well in cooler temperatures. So his little guys were fit as little tiny fiddles.
When the time came, they started shooting up eggs like it was a game of Asteroids.
It was GAME ON when my sonogram revealed two little beating hearts instead of one.
Number 2 Daughter explained to us how she came to be. When she was almost two years old she told us she came to earth because of "a broken wing after a boy pushed her out of the tree".
I believe her too. She is, after all, my "magical" baby. And that is her saving grace because she doesn't listen either.
She was the one who put me on ten weeks bed rest because she thought it was safe to come out in play after only 26 weeks of gestation.
By the way, she's been running her twin sister around ever since.
After 10 weeks of bed rest; I finally reached the 'safe-to-born' date of 36 weeks –then nothing. Christmas was fast approaching and I told both of the 'babies' they needed to stay put until after the holiday. It was my turn to entertain the family at my house for the holidays. I went all out with the fixings and trimmings. My family enjoyed it all - -I knew they did because I couldn't get them to pick up my phone when I called from the hospital countless times on Christmas day. I couldn’t even spend Christmas with my twins because I had a fever after having major surgery.
Every time I look at my cesarean scar, I'm reminded of my Number 3 Daughter who seemed to enjoy all the room in my womb that my obstetrician had to go in get her out.
My doctor said when she opened me up; my daughter was relaxing with her little hands behind her head. At 7 lbs. 2 oz., I guess she was ready to stretch out a bit.
My twin daughters' hard heads also left me with a soft behind, sore abdomen and a loving heart.
My three daughters are my gifts - but the gifts they’ve revealed in me are what this nostalgic piece is about.
In the "Blog YOUR gift" challenge - it is important to focus on you and your innate gifts. I'm glad my daughters didn't always listen to me. For if they did, I don't think I would have seen the gifts in them which allowed me to see the gifts in me.
DAY 6
Laughter, Logic
Number 2 Daughter displays my Gift of
Magic, Adventure
Number 3 Daughter displays my Gift of
Compassion; Stewardship
Categories: Motivational
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