Friday, November 27, 2009

“What goes around, comes around.”

Every January 2nd, January 24th and April 6th for years, my three children could expect to hear from me the story of the day they were born. My delight in retelling the events of those days ended before they became teenagers, however.

That’s when I began to hear “You already told me about it. You tell us every year.” I was crushed. To me, those three days were the most special days of my life and I loved reliving those moments.

On my granddaughter Maeve’s sixth birthday this month, Trish started to tell her the story of the day she was born. Without missing a beat, Maeve piped up with “You told me all about that last year.”

I guess it’s only when you become a parent yourself that you recognize why your own parents felt certain stories were so meaningful.


  1. I'm in my twenties and I never get tired of hearing my mom tell the story.

  2. I'm rehearsing how tomorrow I will tell my daughter for the 30th time how I listened to bagpipe music on the day of her birth. And then how we got caught in traffic in a snowstorm in rush hour on the way to the hospital and the cab driver got out and directed traffic. And then when we got to the hospital, they were thinking of sending me home because I wasn't even in labor, but she was born two hours later and... and...

  3. Landra,
    I think it's a great story! I hope Diana never gets tired of hearing it.