Honor the birth

Mar 10, 2006 by Naomi.

The anniversary of a child’s birth brings on reflections of those recalled of the actual event. It was an abnormally cold day(think below zero Minnesota) in March when I roused the lucky husband to announce that the fetus I had carried for nine months was making an urgent effort to make its way into the world. It would be undesirable to have that wondrous event occur miles out in the country and we prepared to flee to more qualified birth place. Now there were already three earthlings asleep to be considered. No way would the black robed sweethearts at the hospital take those into the waiting zone, although ten,twelve and thirteen year olds have been seen within such hallowed walls.

Those teens understood the seriousness of the situation and preferred to stay inside their warm nest rather than going out in freezing weather (never mind how warmly bundled) into a cold car. Sure they could have gone to Grandma’s but Mom never made the old fashioned prolonged stay in the hostile religious environment of the birthing room anyway,therefore,in short hurried moments (do not tarry my dear,the uterus insists on action)there was no time to dilly-dally. The administrative decision for those three aforementioned siblings was to stay at home and fend for themselves.(No school. wow!) The oldest was to take care of the chores which was to feed a couple of beautiful Irish setter adults - dogs, that it. He could handle that - been doing that all winter, more or less. Water had to be presented in liquid form, dump out the perfect ice form from the bowls. Good as done. And Mom and Dad were off to take care of pressing business.

Later that day when the mission was successfully accomplished, Mom and Dad and the child whose birth we honor today returned home. I thought it was rather brazen of the female setter to over shadow me and deliver her offspring on the self same day. The copper red dog did not stop with one, however. Nor was she allowed to bring forth her eleven four legged critters in the manger. We had to step over her to get into the back door.

“Well, Mom, I couldn’t let those pups freeze, could I?”

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