When I was pregnant with Son1, Husband and I attended the requisite Lamaze classes.
After weeks of huffing and puffing and learning all the relaxation techniques we were finally finished and looking forward to ‘meeting’ our little bundle of joy.
The instructor excitedly congratulated all of us and was going on about the joys of parenthood. Then she asked us to share with the class what we hoped our babies would inherit from our spouses.
She looked at me and asked me to go first. (Asking me to go first is NEVER a good idea.)
I thought for a moment and said, “I hope my baby inherits my husband’s pearly white, straight as Chiclets beautiful teeth!”
After what seemed like an interminable amount of time (with lots of throat clearing and blinking) she said, “Well, actually, what I meant was more along the lines of ‘compassion’ and ‘loving spirit.’”
There were a few titters around the room as I looked at her with the same blank stare she had for me and I said, “I can TEACH him to be compassionate and I can SHOW him love. I CAN’T teach him to have straight teeth!”
That story pretty much illustrates my whole life.
While the rest of the world is traveling down life’s highway I’m somewhere else…….off-roading.