Today is the 30th anniversary of Mt. St. Helen’s blowing its top – and it got me thinking about ‘back in the day’. Different events that ‘mark’ our lives and the passage of time.
Nothing does that quite like your own children. Parents have that wonderful ability to ‘remember’ all the important ‘rites of passage’ and the other mysteries that go with raising children. When your children are little it is hard to see that ‘one day’ you will look back with fondness and even get a few wonderful and juicy little stories out of the experience. We’ve had several for both our children – but none quite like our daughter. I suppose it is because she is our first-born and our ‘experimental’ child – but she just seems to have WAY more hilarious stories than our son does. I think it may have something to do with her black and white personality and her feisty sense of humor – even as a small child she would have me in fits of laughter – so much so that I would literally have to pull the car over on more than one occasion to just ROAR with laughter!
But for years there was so much more than just laughter with our children. We had a span of about 5 years where we couldn’t go ANYWHERE without one or both of our children sick on a trip – especially the airplane – and I mean SICK – you know the ‘throw up’ sick. We really felt that we were cursed on more than one occasion.
It started when Ashlee was a year old and we had just resigned a youth pastor position in New Castle PA – and were moving to Seattle temporarily while looking for another ministry position. We decided it would be easier on Ashlee and me if the two of us flew and Daddy drove the moving van cross-country alone. He could go faster without a wife and baby holding him back – and I could get the baby there in a matter of hours rather than days. It seemed the perfect plan. But we drove from New Castle into Ohio and couldn’t find the airport – and we were running late. In fact when we did find the airport – Greg had to let us out at the curb and watch us go running in to the gate and had to RUN down a long corridor (with a carry on bag and a baby) to catch the small plane that was outside engines started and ready to go. Well I’m afraid little Ashlee couldn’t take the “jostling” around too much and when we were safely up in the air she proceeded to throw up all over ME. Well it was lovely. And when we got off in Chicago to change planes – I again had to almost RUN to catch the flight – barely had time to take Ashlee into the bathroom and try to clean up the mess. Oh my – it was something – and I smelled like throw up for the next 5 hours or so on the plane to Seattle. Luckily Ashlee slept almost the entire way. I don’t ever want to relive that experience. When we got there – I just remember handing Ashlee to my Mom and collapsing.
When Ashlee was about 18 months or so – we were pastoring a small church in Fortuna, CA – and we were at the mall in Eureka. We had just fed her a cookie and she was smiling and riding on her Daddy’s shoulders. All of a sudden Greg said he heard a BURP coming from Ashlee and before he knew what that really meant – it was too late and she threw up all over him – in a descending pattern – down the top of his head and pouring down over his shoulders and chest. It was lovely. We were in a public place. Greg hates any attention being drawn to him – especially attention like THAT. Now you aren’t going to believe this – because after all – I AM a nurturer by nature – a huggy, kissy sort of person – for all of you who know me. But at that moment in time seeing this scene unfold before me – I thought it was the most HILARIOUS thing I had ever seen!! I couldn’t control myself for laughing HYSTERICALLY!!! Needless to say, Greg didn’t appreciate my humor – sometimes he still doesn’t get it – but hey – it was funny. Some wonderful ladies in a hair salon saw his distress and my laughter – and quickly came out with several towels to help poor Greg – with the throw up all over his face. Oh my. I wish I had had my camera on me – my iPhone would have come in very handy back then. Those kind of moments are priceless.
I wish I could say that was the only time Ashlee ever threw up on me or her Dad – but sadly – it is not. She had projectile vomiting as an infant too – so you think you have ‘throw up’ stories? HA! I don’t think so! I will challenge you on it for sure!
Have a wonderful day!