So Scott, Zenzo and I went out for lunch the other day. In case I haven’t mentioned him before, Zenzo is our now 7-month old baby. So we piled into the car and took off. If I say so myself, Z is a pretty man! So it really isn’t worth mentioning when someone stops us to comment on how cute he is, it happens ALL the time. So we get to Chipotle, where we had lunch, and this lady stares at us. She whispers to her friends, then eventually comes over. “Pretty baby”, she says. We smile and thank her. Then we look at her carefully and it’s like hmm, we’ve seen this person before. Charmer that I am, I decide to engage her in conversation. (I’m thinking: is she Scott’s boss’ wife? My former classmate? My boss’ sister?) but rather than wait to thaw until I get it, I chat merrily away. Turns out she’s the one who did the ultrasound for us when we were oh, say 5 months pregnant. Wow!
And that was it, really. But I walked away amazed at how someone comes into your life – sometimes for a long time, sometime for a few hours – but when they leave it you may be changed forever. We’d gone in to the ultrasound convinced that we were carrying a girl. (Based on the very scientific method of looking at my family, where the 1st born of each sibling that has kids is a girl.) But that science – and I know I’m being generous to call it that! – failed us! We had to push her to get her to tell us, but this lady told us Zenzo would be a boy. We staggered out of there, shocked. Then we promptly decided to believe her, and from then on our baby became “he”.
I don’t even remember her name, and I’m sure I’d need a reminder again of who she is the next time I see her. But I did want to take a moment to marvel at what a difference she made in our life. Even though I hadn’t thought of her since that day, I did take great pleasure in confirming that she sure had called it – Zenzo is the boy she said he would be!