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?!
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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