40 years ago today at 2:28am, my mother was super happy to NOT be pregnant anymore…I was 26 days late after all. As the story goes, it was July 18th, over 100 degrees, my father was at work and my uncle, who was supposedly ‘on baby duty,’ was sleeping off one too many beers on the couch when my mother went into labor with me. Pissed off that no one coherent was around, she decided to drive herself to the hospital in her little VW bug. Apparently she could barely reach the pedals because her belly was so big.
Anyway, 19 hours later, officially July 19th, I was born and judging from the picture from the hospital above, I had both my bitchbrow and side-eye perfected from day one.
I’m not sure I can sum up 40 years in one blog post or a list of ’40 things I’ve learned by 40’…how does one sum up their life in that way? A cacophony of words come to mind – painful, desperate, joyous, wild, free – and none could encapsulate it. But I’m thrilled that I get more, even if only 60 more, even if only a few hours – I’ll take it and be grateful.
What are you grateful for today?