I gotta lotta presents for my b-day on the 15th. Tons of nice notes, some clothes, a hand-painted cereal bowl, (Hey, I like cereal for dinner) but most surprising of all was that my brother and his wife brought twin girls into this world at 7:09 and 7:10 p.m. respectively.
They weren’t due for another two weeks but hey, when it’s time it’s time, right? So my birthday is now their birthday. Just SO cool.
To tell you the truth, I don’t really like hospitals. (Who does?) Except for the maternity ward. The energy inside that wing is always unique. New dads holding their babies as if they are more fragile than Venetian glass. Third-time dads, who have their babies in one arm and a blackberry in the other, texting and rocking all at the same time. Seeing my new nieces was really a spectacular feeling.
And I already made plans for the three of us. VEGAS! Their 21st birthday will be my 65th birthday. Tell me that doesn’t sound like a VEGAS trip waiting to happen.
As an educator, it’s sometimes easy to forget that the people we are trying to serve are other people’s miracles. I’d love to think that the budget nonsense, the red state/blue state shenanigans, the bickering over petty power plays would be halted so that the education of the kids would be exalted… however, that’s probably just the fumes of a bit too little sleep and a bit too much of the good maternity ward vibes running through my brain.
But with each new baby comes new hope, right? And I just got a double-dose.