Sunday, August 10, 2008

All That Snow



Here's another excerpt from Second Day Reported. Thanks for reading!

My first trip anywhere was to St. Paul, Minnesota for my dad's work where my mother and I stayed in a hotel room all day awaiting his return and watching the snow fall. "It felt like we were the only two people in the world," my mother said of those hours. "All that snow. It covered everything." When she told this story, I thought of myself at six months and about her one story about being in labor with me. "There was a woman next to me who had four kids and she cried and screamed. You wouldn't believe it, such a baby herself. I never made hardly a sound."

Strange how sad that story made me, my mother such a brave little engine, so tough that she couldn't allow herself to make much noise during a long and arduous labor. How it made perfect sense that's how I came into the world, my dad in the waiting room as men did in those days. My mother alone and silent with her pain and then with me.

Michelle's Spell of the Day
"My whole life has been decided by fate. I think something more powerful than we are decides our fates for us. I know one thing - I've never planned anything that ever happened to me. Sharon Tate

Cocktail Hour
Drinking memoir suggestion: Loose Girl: A Memoir of Promiscuity Kerry Cohen

Benedictions and Maledictions
Happy Sunday! Thanks to everyone for all the recent e-mail. I should be caught up in the next week!

6 comments:

Billy Angel said...

This is beautiful, Michelle, I assist in births, so I know how poignant this is. One mother's husband was off island and I was her surrogate husband and family. I was a little embarrassed, but she held me and considers me the godfather of her child.

billy

Anonymous said...

I miraculously jumped from the claw into the chute and out I came. People thought I was too big to even fit in the chute. Then I was carried around with pride and still am.--Whitey the Bear

Charles Gramlich said...

This reveals a very interesting quality about your mother. Reveals her toughness. Maybe where you got some of yours.

the walking man said...

Be glad that your mom was tough as she was, if you'd been an exceptionally hard birth you may have wound up seeing snow in a globe on someones desk, instead of from a Mpls. hotel room.

Anonymous said...

I'm busy rehearsing my lies now, but I must admit that sometimes I feel like crawling back into the woom. Sometimes I feel like a motherless chile, also.--Kwame

Anonymous said...

My mother wanted me to be a brain surgeon and a concert pianist on the weekends.--Amy Tan