Monday, August 13, 2012

The Day the Pixie Was Born

November 3rd.
A day that will live out in infamy.
However, it should come as no surprise.
Have a look at her predecessors.

Jakob Ludwig Felix Mendelssohn Bartholdy, German Romantic musical composer
American heavyweight boxing champion Larry Holmes
Journalist and poet William Cullen Bryant
A slew of other scientists, composers, kings and athletes were born on November 3rd.
Not impressed?

Events that occurred on November 3rd include:
The USA introduces an income tax.
US Supreme Court decides Native Americans can't be Americans.
 Bill Clinton wins US presidential election over Pres Bush.
(Hmm...come to think of it, maybe that didn't impress you after all.)

In our family, November 3rd, 2009 was the day infamy was born;  The day the world met Darby.  She came out screamin'.  The doctor announced, "It's a GIRL!"  I heard the nurses excitedly exclaim, "OH!  She's a REDHEAD!!!"

"OH, NOOOO!!!  NOT ANOTHER ONE!!!"  (I shouted out loud, or in my head, I am still not quite sure which one.)
I looked over to see for myself. 
Nope.
They were not wrong.
The girl was DEFINITELY a redhead.


I mean, FLAMING...RED...HEAD (with the apparent flaming personality to accompany it).  She was flailing and wiggling about, and screaming (and hasn't stopped since, by the way).  After that, my blood pressure spiked to the point where they were afraid I was about to have a stroke (Yes, I WAS THAT STRESSED OUT ABOUT RAISING ANOTHER REDHEAD!) .

 My internal monologue was on overdrive:
"Maybe they were wrong...maybe she just wasn't cleaned off enough for them to tell exactly what her hair color would be...if they weren't wrong, I HAD TO DO THIS AGAIN?!!!   ANOTHER 'RED FLASH'?!!!  SOMEONE HELP ME!  I CAN'T BREATHE!  KNOCK ME OUT OR SOMETHING!  What if we dyed it brown?  Kelly, get ahold of yourself, RED...is GENETIC.  GENETIC?  You mean, my grandchildren and their children, and their children's children could ALL have to go through this?!!!"

Later, her big brother and sister came to meet her.  Tate, my first redhead, took one peak at her and said, "She's a redhead, just like me!"  A twinge of guilt overcame me.  He must have felt like an outcast in our family!  The lone redhead until that fine November day, when he and the Little Red Pixie met.  It was brotherly and sisterly love at first sight.  To this date, Tate is the ONLY one in the family she will instantly obey.  They just GET each other!  Is there truly some sort unforeseen force that bonds the Gingers together?  I mean, truly, truly, I tell you.  There is a "CLUB," if you will, that you can ONLY be a member of if your hair is some shade of crimson (I even think they accept faux redheads)!  It's like how motorcyclists feel some deep seeded need to wave at each other as they pass by, or why I ALWAYS wave when I see another runner on the road.  It's why, no matter the age, a mother of a redhead will stop you if you mother a redhead to tell you all about HER redheads.  You're automatically a member of a club if your hair is red, orange or any shade thereof, and because I MOTHER not one, but TWO, redheads, I am now forever a member of this club as well....THE GINGER CLUB.  If you never knew this existed, you are not close enough to a redhead.

It's real.
It's true.
It's forever.
Membership runs deeper than blood...
...it reaches to the distant genetic ancestry that might prove that redheads came from the same ancient bloodline from somewhere across the pond.
...possibly even to the bloodline of the ancient King David, the "Man After God's Own Heart."
Being Ginger is forever.
...so is being a mother of a Ginger.
...and forever seems like SUCH...A... LONG...TIME.

1 comment:

  1. Nice! That is a graet snap shot of things that have happened and are yet to come. :-)

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