Saturday’s child…

April 11, 2007


Mondays child is fair of face,
Tuesdays child is full of grace,
Wednesdays child is full of woe,
Thursdays child has far to go,
Fridays child is loving and giving,
Saturdays child works hard for his living,
And the child that is born on the Sabbath day
Is bonny and blithe, and good and gay.

When I was born, my grandmother was somewhat concerned that I had been born on a Saturday.  She told my mother then, and me later, that Saturday’s child works hard for a living.  She said she knew that I would struggle.  Apparently I did indeed struggle to arrive and stick around, but I made it, to struggle later sometimes, I guess.

Coincidentally, my grandmother also told me that a couple married in July, as she and my grandfather had been — as I would be — struggled as well.  “It’s a hard row sometimes,” she told me once, using that familiar farming analogy to talk about her and my grandfather’s life together.  My particular struggle with that didn’t last.

I don’t believe my grandmother was psychic, though sometimes I believe she thought she was.  But sometimes, on rough days or during difficult times, it’s hard not to think she was right.


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