A friend is having a baby this fall, via a scheduled Cesarean section. She has the ability to select the day of his birth, as her doctor’s has provided very general guidance (“anytime after September 9,” he said). In response, she has developed a very scientific method to chose the day: she’s using the “Monday’s Child” poem.
Monday’s child is fair of face,
Tuesday’s child is full of grace,
Wednesday’s child is full of woe,
Thursday’s child has far to go,
Friday’s child is loving and giving,
Saturday’s child works hard for a living,
And the child that is born on the Sabbath day
Is bony and blithe, and good and gay.
It got me thinking about Robby (born on a Friday) and Gwendolyn (born on a Thursday). Robby is “loving and giving,” while Gwendolyn “has far to go.” Will she be my world traveler? Will he become a doctor (as he told me last week)? Is there any truth to this nursery rhyme? Can it tell me anything about the people my babies will grow up to be? Or, will it remain a surprise?
To ponder for the week…