23 years ago on this very Friday night, I was in labor ... missing the season premiere of "Dallas". That's right. I had to wait for reruns to see who shot J.R. That just shows you right there what kind of Mama I am. Haha.
The most beautiful baby boy arrived on Saturday morning, September 13, 1980. 6:12 AM, if I remember correctly. I had been in the hospital since September 9th. I had pre-eclampsia, which can be a serious problem if it's not monitored closely. So that's why they had me in the hospital ... monitoring closely. My blood pressure was high, my thinking was fuzzy, I was retaining about 40 pounds of excess fluid, and I did indeed feel sick enough to be in a hospital bed. But as soon as that little boy was born, all was right with the world.
I can hardly believe it ... the years really and truly did fly. I look at pictures of my kids when they were little, and I can remember it all so clearly. I guess I just thought it was all going to last a bit longer than it did. They don't need me the way they did back then. And aww, I miss being needed like that.
But you know what? I truly love being the Mom of two such incredible young adults. :-) I'm sooooo lucky.
Today I made only a few cash register mistakes, and I didn't set off any store alarms. I worked with an older gentleman who surely did remind me of my Daddy. The manager asked me if I could work tomorrow in the pharmacy ... and I asserted myself. Aren't you proud? I told him that my husband is only home two weekends a month, and that tomorrow is my son's birthday, and besides ... there's a Clemson game. He about fell over himself saying, "Ohhh of course, you can have the weekend, no problem, really!" So I go in Monday at 10 AM to start my real job. Any and all crossed fingers will be appreciated.
I can't believe John Ritter died today. That just makes me sad. And Johnny Cash too. Although I'm a little less sad about him ... hopefully he's smiling with his June somewhere nice. But John Ritter. That's a sad shock.
1. Is the name you have now the same name that's on your birth certificate? If not, what's changed?
The same first and middle name, yes. The last name has changed once.
2. If you could change your name (first, middle and/or last), what would it be?
When I was a child, I wanted desperately to be a Jacquelyn. As I've aged, I've begun to appreciate my name, and now I can't imagine being anything other than Dawn. I've always loved my middle name (Elizabeth). But I'd change my last name if I could ... it's only one syllable, and sounds silly with my one-syllable first name.
3. Why were you named what you were? (Is there a story behind it? Who specifically was responsible for naming you?)
I'm guessing my mother named me because she liked the name. I think Elizabeth has been used through the years in my father's family.
4. Are there any names you really hate or love? What are they and why?
Not counting the names of my children ... obviously those are my favorites ... I like Michael for a boy, and Sarah for a girl. Old fashioned, am I not?
5. Is the analysis of your name at kabalarians.com accurate? How or how isn't it?
My analysis states:
The first name of Dawn leads you to assume considerable responsibility and to prefer to work independently, without direction or interference from others because you have very definite ideas of your own. Your mind is quick to comprehend and you can be depended upon to do any job well. Because you tend to be somewhat of a perfectionist, you might insist on doing too many things yourself instead of delegating jobs to others who might do less satisfactory work. This name does make you quite direct and straight-to-the-point. Your verbal expression does not reflect your inner thoughts and feelings, and you often wonder why people react to what you say. The influence of this name does not promote the friendship that you desire or the relaxation and naturalness you should enjoy with people. It is a name that makes you far too practical and serious-minded, and makes it difficult for you to act with spontaneity.
And I say AMEN to that!
I have to go make a birthday cake. :-)
Thought For Today:
"A hundred years from now it will not matter what my bank account was, the sort of house I lived in, or the kind of car I drove ... but the world may be different because I was important in the life of a child."