I was just thinking about how weird life is. Nineteen years ago, I was giving birth to a baby boy.
On that same date, my 2 1/2 year old girl was at home in Findlay, OH, with my parents awaiting the news. Oh, how her life was about to change.
So here's the weird thing, what if somebody could've looked into the future, to March 2008, and told us what our family would like 19 years later?
The baby boy is now a grown man, bigger than his daddy, deeper voice than his daddy. He's trying to figure out what he's going to do with his life. He has not officially declared his major yet. He just made the comment out of the blue (this is his sense of humor) "Hey, I was just thinking ... what if I went into Gansta Rap?" His dad did not miss a beat and said in a very nerdy, nasal voice, "I hear it's very lucrative."
The girl? She is traipsing around London tonight. Here is an excerpt of her first email, which I am permitted to reprint here:
"After we got checked in to the hotel, we went to Hyde Park and walked around for a few hours. It was windy and gray, but there were actually a good number of people just out and about in the park. We saw Kensington Palace, a famous statue of Peter Pan and J.M. Barrie’s cottage, and an enormous, intricately ornate monument to Prince Albert. I mean, that thing was HUGE. You have no idea. After trying to find an ATM and getting lost, we found the hotel and then went back out again to go eat dinner. Alyssa, 2 other girls and myself found a little Italian restaurant about a block away from the hotel—it was so good. I ate an enormous plate of spaghetti. I only regret it a little bit."
Clearly, the priorities are in order. We can only hope that she did not turn her back on her food or drink as I reminded her once or maybe twice before she left.
But sometimes it hits me: She is across the ocean. In another country. The same baby I had to use that blue rubber nose syringe on for years. How can she really be in London right this very minute?
Life is weird, I tell ya.