January 5, 1994: Twenty-six Years Ago Today
I remember January 1994 quite well. Winter had already settled in and it seemed we were getting a new batch of snow every Monday, except for this week. The snow started Tuesday night around 10 pm and buried the car enough that by 2 am Wednesday morning when we had to rush out of the house, we had to call a cab. I was grateful for that, because I had the taxi meter to help time my contractions. The shitty driving conditions were actually helpful, too; I spent most of my active labor during the 6.6-mile ride in the cab so when I got to the hospital almost an hour and a half later things were well enough underway that by the time I was cowboyed up in the stirrups the ride was over. Boom! I was a mother. That was twenty-six years ago. That baby, my daughter, my firstborn, is now 26. What’s funny is that I was 26 years old when I had her. She is now the same age I was when I became a mother. I am exactly twice her age right now. All kids seem to think that their paren...