Have you ever had a song playing in your head until you can’t stop hearing it?
Well, that Nursery Rhyme song about Monday’s Child, Tuesday’s Child, etc., has been running around in my mind, mostly because it’s October, and there are many birthdays this month.
Like today is my second son’s birthday…and he was born on a Saturday. Each child’s “day of the week” is indelibly imprinted in my mind.
Here’s the ditty:
Monday’s child is fair of face,
Tuesday’s child is full of grace;
Wednesday’s child is full of woe,
Thursday’s child has far to go;
Friday’s child is loving and giving,
Saturday’s child works hard for its living;
But the child that is born on the Sabbath day
Is bonny and blithe, and good and gay.
My first child, the son who just visited from Berlin, was born on a Thursday; my second, as I mentioned, came on a Saturday. My third son almost came on a Monday, but managed to come out early on a Tuesday morning.
Then there was my daughter, whose labor began on a Wednesday. After 36 hours, followed by a C-Section, she came on a Friday. And despite the labor, she is definitely”loving and giving.”
Even the fact that she came on Friday the 13th did not diminish the joy. First and only girl, and what a gift she was…and is.
Yes, we have the Mother/Daughter issues…but I love getting her little texts when least expected…and she styles and colors my hair every month. What more could I want?
Each child has brought something special to my life…and the day on which each one was born is probably not predictive of anything…but I see something in the descriptions of their birth days. Here are all four of them captured one fall day in 1991….at a rare event that assembled all of them together in one place.
BTW…I was born on a Sunday…and this year’s birthday falls on that day of the week! And here is a doll I bought a while ago to “honor” that day of the week ( I am noticing in this close-up that she has “messy hair.”) Like me, I guess: