Do you have happy childhood memories? Last week I shared about listening to God and my challenge to help make more people have happy childhood memories.
This concept relates strangely to several aspects of my life at the moment, some stranger than others. Let’s just say that the other night I said, “I hope pizza is good for ears.”
If you don’t get my drift, keep reading.
Writing for Happy Childhood Memories
A few weeks ago my aunt and I ate lunch at Panera, as we do occasionally.
“I know what,” she said, “You should write your Terry, Larry, and Gary stories that you used to tell in your childhood.”
Talk about being a far cry from the genre I have been writing!
Still, I went home, gathered up the shreds of my memory, and began writing. Oddly enough, although I remember little of the stories I told back then, the personalities of the boys came back quickly.
At our family gathering the other week, I shared my new mission to help make happy childhood memories.
“Even though we don’t have children,” I said, “I’ve noticed all these ways that I can contribute to more people having happy childhood memories.”
My brother pointed out that the Sugar Creek Gang was a component of his vicarious childhood memories, in much the same way as my new adventure series could be for others.
Also, I think I failed to mention my nausea on the way to the family gathering. Driving through hills like those in southern Wisconsin typically nauseates me. I felt a bit off even before we got to the hills.
“You’re probably pregnant,” my one sister said.
“Ridiculous,” I said. “I couldn’t possibly be having symptoms yet.”
Besides, a fertility specialist told us that our odds of natural conception were dismal.
And Then, Things Get Even Stranger
Well, fast forward to a week later, Friday, August 21. I’m wandering around Walgreens, unable to find what I’m looking for.
First, let me say that the night before I realized that for several days I had an awful taste in my mouth. To see if I was dying of cancer, I googled “bad taste in mouth” or something like that. One of the potential causes of an unpleasant taste in one’s mouth was early stages of pregnancy.
So the next morning, I’m at Walgreens.
“Are you finding everything okay?” the grandfatherly type Walgreens employee asked.
I might have told him I was fine, but the only other employee in the store was a younger, over-friendly male. So I went with the honest approach.
“I’m looking for a pregnancy test,” I said.
“Right this way,” he said. “Best to do them in the morning,” he added conversationally.
“Right,” I said, “I already have a faint positive test at home, but the test is expired so I thought I should try another one.”
Then I took it up to the counter and paid the over-friendly younger male. He wished me a good day as if he thought I definitely might need encouragement.
Well, you guessed it. A faint positive is a positive. Even if it’s expired, apparently. And I have to say, you know you are in for an interesting pregnancy when the first person you chat with is an old man at Walgreens!
So, not only am I working on an adventure series for children, we will soon create happy childhood memories in our own house if things proceed well. We share our news, knowing that anything could happen at this early stage. But many people knew the fertility specialist gave us dismal odds for getting pregnant. We thought you might be interested to know what has happened!
Oh, the pizza thing? Well, the pregnancy emails I get to update me told me one day that “Miracle” (Marnell’s nickname) was likely developing ears. I had been craving pizza non-stop; hence my comment that I hope pizza is good for ears!
If anyone out there has had a first child at age 38 or older, I would love to hear from you! (Note: FIRST child. I know many people who have had children at that age, but few who had their first child then. Clearly, I’m destined to live life out of the box.)
Okay, next week comes after a holiday, so I am giving myself the liberty to skip posting a blog if I want to or if I’m too busy vomiting. Most likely I’ll send a brief update. Have a great holiday weekend!