On May 1st, 2006, I got the call. Eriko said it was time, and so - it was time! I asked my brother to drive me home, a less than 10 minute jaunt up Queen Anne hill, and then Eriko and I were off to the hospital. She had selected a midwife who worked out of Evergreen in Kirkland, which left me with daily nightmares of being stuck in rush-hour traffic.
For the first time - in my career - I cancelled a vacation due to the demands of the job. It was to have been a solo affair, and thus all the dissapointment was felt only by one.
Me.
When Momo was first born, at first glance … I thought I had a George!
Our midwife corrected me, and tears of joy streamed down my face.
Happy Birthday to the young lady who regularly brings me to tears! 😂
It’s bittersweet to see your startup fail: the willingness to embark, the thrill and uncertainty of unbridled creativity, all juxtaposed against the outcome.
My deepest takeaway is that I loved it, despite my shortcomings, and I must remind myself that “there is no reason my first race should be my best (or last).”