this morning we pile into the car to go to seb’s orthodontist appointment. it’s super sunny but cold. i have to scrape frost from all the windows of the van before i get to pile in. as we’re driving i say,
well oren, the day you were born it was snowy and icy and freezing cold. i don’t think there has been so snowy a birthday for you since then.
and oren said, because he’s younger and remembers better than me,
remember on my fourth birthday there was snow? there was a bunch, and it came up to here on me.
he gestures to his waist.
whatever, i think, there was no snow.
there was snow that year? that was the year you were in the hospital. i don’t think there was snow that year,
i say.
yes there was and it was this high.
oren gestures to his waist again.
when i got home from the hospital we played in it.
oh yeah, there was snow that year, i think…
oh yeah, there was snow that year. i think we have a picture of you playing in it.
oren has a really good memory, maybe because of that head injury all those years ago (well, three. and i wonder if there will ever be a time when we quit referring to that year, that benchmark year). he asks,
what time was i born?
i reply,
you were born at 9:10 in the morning.
he asks,
did i just pop out?
i think for a minute, a flashback of the pushing and screaming mayhem that was his birth that started at 8:50 am (after a few hours of labor, of course) and lasted 20 minutes, the longest 20 minutes of my entire life (sorry those of you who had to push for like 3 hours or something).
yeah, you pretty much just popped out.
Posted on December 12th, 2012