I’m getting to know my youngest grandbaby. I’m memorizing her name and… well, – to be honest – not a lot more. She won’t be born until Friday.
Things just aren’t the same as they were years ago.
Back then, you couldn’t paint the crib unless you were a gambler with those 50/50 odds of blue or pink.
Names?
You could whittle your list down to two favorites, but there couldn’t be a final decision until, you know – the event. Now, the baby’s identity is already well-known before she is born. If the doctor would just tell us her preference, we could order up and enjoy a piece of her favorite cake, right on her birthday.
Technology has changed some things for us. On the other hand, there are some staples that remain.
My step-son had a hurting tummy on Friday and couldn’t get out of his bed for school. I learned later that a miraculous recovery was affected about three in the afternoon. In fact, his road to recovery was paved with such incredible vim, he was still energetically gaming at his internet-connected ‘Nuke’em to the Stone Age’ at 3am.
In my time, that was diagnosed as ‘school-itus.’
Some things remain the same.
