Thirteen years ago, Cade was due on January 9th. At the time, I didn't want him to be born on January 9th because (and please don't get all in a tither until you read the rest of the story) I'd studied astrology for a long time, and I just couldn't imagine how I would ever parent a Capricorn.
Truly, I was caught up enough in astrology to have determined which times were best for my getting pregnant. I'd gotten careless on my twenty-fifth birthday, though, and--as January 9th wasn't anywhere near a cusp--it seemed inevitable that I would soon be parenting someone incompatible, astrologically speaking, with me.
I was distressed, but almost unbelievably, Cade arrived sixteen days late and was therefore born an Aquarius. My mom shook her head and said something like: "Now, that is true stubbornness: to hold a baby in an extra sixteen days to make sure he's born a different sign."
Fast forward less than three years, and I met this girl at a church function and just sort of knew, instantly, that we were going to be best friends. I told her so, and as providence would have it, she was curious enough to hang around and see about that. Ten years down the pike, and she's among those nearest and dearest to my heart: someone with whom I do life.
Well, get this: after I proclaimed that we were going to be best friends, I learned that her birthday is January 9th, Cade's old due date. (I remember narrowing my eyes, wondering: how is it possible that I'm so drawn to a Capricorn?)
Then I learned that her husband's birthday is the same day as mine! At the time, all of it really messed with my head. I was convinced that she and her husband weren't as happily married as they appeared to be.
Over time, though, I had no choice but to accept it: that Capricorn girl is perfectly compatible with her man. And me. So that was the beginning of the end of my faith in astrology. And more than that, I count this story as part of my heritage of faith in the one true and living God: the One who made the stars. (Only He could have such a sense of humor!)
(Stay tuned, and I'll tell you a story about my mom's creepy-cool friend and how she reminded me that I don't know everything. Or much of anything.)
|I would've loved him just as much had he been born a Capricorn.|
|My Capricorn Bestie|
**My head was spinning so hard that I forgot to say Happy Birthday to Christina of crumbs from His table on January 9th, which is a shame; I like the date even more because she was born on it. Happy Belated Birthday, Dear Christina!