I didn’t realize it until our oldest did a very funny post about it on FB today, but April 13 is apparently a red-letter day for our family.
The first major April 13 event took place the year our daughter was in 6th grade. We were out for a family bike ride, she hit a curb in an empty school parking lot, and her arm ended up looking exactly like Harry’s in “Chamber of Secrets.” Remember when Lockhart removed Harry’s bones? Rubber arm. The Husband rode in the ambulance with her to the hospital, while I (very shakily) led the two littler siblings home on their bikes, made a trip back to the school parking lot to throw the two remaining bikes into the back of our van, and then back home to wait through a VERY long afternoon of phone call updates about doctors, x-rays, and scheduled surgery. Two days later we were at the children’s hospital for the insertion of a metal plate with screws and a long rod from elbow to wrist. And a couple of months after that, there was a second surgery to remove the rod.
It was at least a year before I could drive past that school parking lot without a shudder.
Our second big April 13th came only a couple of years ago, and has much happier memories. It was the day we found out that same daughter was dumping her boyfriend of three years in favor of a great guy who had been an excellent friend through some rough times. Dancing and great celebration ensued, at least on my part. In the words of Forrest Gump, “And that’s all I have to say about that.”
So here we are on April 13 again. I’m rather hoping it’s pretty uneventful, in comparison.