Attended Open House at Playmaker's High School last night. One teacher mentioned an essay the kids were required to write about themselves- & how she read every one... then briefly mentioned one in which the girl had been born in the car! ... apparently someone didn't make it to the hospital in time - & so... she was born in the car!! (little did she know at the time that "someone" was me...until later, when I introduced myself :)
funny - how that comment transported me back in time to the evening Playmaker barrreled her way out & into the world! Her Daddy was the chauffer, doctor (until the sweet nurse took over in the hospital parking lot!) ..& janitor! Her birth cert. indicates she was born "in route to" the hospital - yet despite all that we did & that wasn't done in the hospital... do you think we got a discount on our bill?!
...just funny - how - sitting there - learning about Playmaker's course syllabus, her teacher's expectations, etc. the last thing I expected was a brief recount of her "wild ride" into the world...& this morning I'm still recovering from the mental whiplash after the jolt of being "thrown" from a seat in my daughter's high school classroom - to the (memory of the) front seat of a green Ford Aerostar that, nearly 15 yrs ago now, doubled as her mobile/makeshift delivery room. How is it, that yesterday...it seemed like only yesterday?!
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It is amazing how those memories can be so vivid at times. What an exciting day that must have been. I have always wondered what that would be like.
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