Yesterday my dad revealed a fact about my birth I never knew–I was born after the late night movie! My parents sat on the couch to catch a film they wanted to see, and my heavily pregnant mother quickly fell asleep with her head resting on my father’s lap. He stayed up and watched the whole film.
My mother awoke after it was over, sometime between 2 to 3 AM. She shuffled off to the bathroom where her water broke. After a quick call to her mother, they were off to the hospital. The doctor eventually induced labor and I was born two and a half hours later.
Neither one can remember what movie they were watching. They have no memory if it was a classic or contemporary film or even what channel it was on. Their TV was a black and white model, so the color of the film won’t help solve the mystery.
I can’t blame them for forgetting, something major distracted them and became their major memory–me! I’ll always wonder what the film was. At the same time all of this is so apropos. I grew up in a family that shared their love of movies with me, and I think it’s funny the timing of my birth allowed my dad to finish the film. You’re welcome, Dad!