Yesterday would have been my grandmother’s 77th birthday. (RIP Geneva V. Coley). What comes to mind each year when her birthday rolls around is the fact that on that day (Jan 21, 1991) I started having contractions. I was laying down at my grandma’s house and I told her “Granny, I think I am having contractions.” She didn’t look up from what she was doing and said “I know. I been watchin’.” Then, after a brief pause, she added “Don’t you have that baby on my birthday. I don’t wanna share.” She laughed and continued with her chores. I am guessing that my subconscious got the message through to my baby girl because she waited two days to come into the world. Happy birthday, grandma! You are truly missed.
Just me being me.