Daily Archives: March 6, 2014

Birthday Traditions

Traditions: we’ve all got ‘em. They might be family dinners on special occasions, or having a particular kind of cake on your birthday (Jeanne Cake, natch), or popcorn at the movies, or meeting your friend for a 5k run in the park, rain or shine, every Sunday morning. What are your favorite traditions, large and small? What is it about your traditions that keep them going strong for you?
Photographers, artists, poets: show us RITUAL.

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Being one of six children in my core family, I never expected nor was given a birthday party; none of us children were afforded those types of childhood memories. And in that same childhood, I was only invited to one birthday party of a classmate. I was uncomfortable at the party, thinking that I was of lesser value than the other girls because my family was “poor” and I could never be like the other girls who came from “normal” families. I never attended another birthday party in my childhood.

When my own children began attending school, I was certain to support their desire to socialize with other children in school as well as the neighborhood. Our home was filled with joyful laughter and play from my sons and their friends on any given day of the week from their first days of school through their last days of high school. It was so important to me that my sons learned socialization, a luxury which I was not afforded and birthday parties, to me, signified an initiation into being a social creature.

Birthday2Birthday parties were a most important ritual which I provided for my children; they enriched self-esteem through teaching their young spirits how to co-exist with others.


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Threes – The Birth of Son #3

Weekly Writing Challenge: Threes
Dpchallenge In this week’s writing challenge, you’ll write a post using three photographs for inspiration.

The thought for my three-paragraph story based upon three photos came to me instantaneously when I saw Cardinal Guzman’s set of three photos as part of the group of photos we might use. Thank you to Cardinal for this series of fine photographs!

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© Cardinal Guzman

“Could it be true? Could these pains really be labor?” I thought to myself while clearing breakfast dishes from the table, trying to remember how labor began with Jim and Rick, my three and four year olds. For me, labor back pain is unique from any other back pain and I soon admitted that I was in labor by announcing to my husband and houseguests that we must be on our way to the hospital – a twenty minute drive.


© Cardinal Guzman

Natural birthing was very popular in 1978, the year of this, my story, this, the birth of my third son. I was familiar with natural birthing since that is how Rick, my second son was born, unlike the birth of my first son when I was administered a hypodermic needle – a drug which stopped labor and prolonged the birthing process. I remembered being concerned for my baby, being “stuck” in the birth canal and worried that it might harm him. Since then, I swore that I would never take any drugs which might harm my baby. And so it was that I refused any pain medication as labor intensified with this, the birth of my third child.


© Cardinal Guzman

The labor was grueling, I will admit to that, especially since my baby was a whopping nine pounds thirteen ounces, just three ounces shy of ten pounds. That was a very large baby for a woman my size, five foot two, un-pregnant weight at one hundred five pounds. Somehow, I controlled my perception of the pain by focusing on an inanimate object, a clock on the wall. Six hours later, with my husband witnessing the birth, our third son arrived. My husband shined with joy as he proclaimed, “This was incredible! But I forgot my glasses, next time, I have to remember to wear my glasses!”


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