Our Sweet "Roscoe"--the fruit of a busted plan.
My Dad is an engineer, really good at planning. The first three kids were born with perfect spacing--precisely 2 years, 8 months and 4 days apart. Then an unexpected reaction to a prescription boosted Mom's fertility, and an unplanned fourth kid came along--"little Robin", ten years younger than myself.
While in the womb, we jokingly referred to her as "Roscoe" (a character on "77 Sunset Strip"). She may have been the result of a busted plan, but she was everyone's favorite family member.
Now--Mom's a little under the weather, and Robin's presence seems like the master gambit in an inspired strategy: why not have an Emergency Room nurse daughter live around the corner in your Golden Years?
Better yet, add the Physician Assistant daughter just down the road. And the icing on the cake?--keep the journalism siblings about a 100 miles north up the freeway.
It's a wonderful irony when the unplanned youngster child is the glue that holds the family together. When I phone and talk to the folks these days, I always end up asking, "well, has Robin dropped by yet today?"
"Oh yes," Mom replies, "what would we do without her?" Indeed. Sometimes the best laid plans go awry, to the benefit of all. Deal!
Our Sweet "Roscoe"--the fruit of a busted plan.
My Dad is an engineer, really good at planning. The first three kids were born with perfect spacing--precisely 2 years, 8 months and 4 days apart. Then an unexpected reaction to a prescription boosted Mom's fertility, and an unplanned fourth kid came along--"little Robin", ten years younger than myself.
While in the womb, we jokingly referred to her as "Roscoe" (a character on "77 Sunset Strip"). She may have been the result of a busted plan, but she was everyone's favorite family member.
Now--Mom's a little under the weather, and Robin's presence seems like the master gambit in an inspired strategy: why not have an Emergency Room nurse daughter live around the corner in your Golden Years?
Better yet, add the Physician Assistant daughter just down the road. And the icing on the cake?--keep the journalism siblings about a 100 miles north up the freeway.
It's a wonderful irony when the unplanned youngster child is the glue that holds the family together. When I phone and talk to the folks these days, I always end up asking, "well, has Robin dropped by yet today?"
"Oh yes," Mom replies, "what would we do without her?" Indeed. Sometimes the best laid plans go awry, to the benefit of all. Deal!