Dec 2, 2005

daniel (pt 1): connecting with conan

Conan Obrien Two years ago I started watching an episode of Conan O'Brien. I was working on some stuff for the youth ministry I was leading at the time, trying to get as much done as I could. As was typical of my habits, I'd kept working into the night after everyone had gone to sleep. Sometimes when the house is quiet it lets me think more clearly...

except the house wasn't quiet.

My wife was pacing a bit, dealing with some funky things her body was going through. She was 9 months pregnant, after all, and we figured the baby was on its way any day now...

except it wasn't daytime.

That was okay, though, because we had made arrangements with a local friend as well as my wife's sister to come and watch our house while our oldest son slept. At the time, he was 2 1/2 and fast asleep. So we decided to make our calls and get our local sitter to come over while we called my wife's sister...

except she didn't answer the phone.

And so with a bit of craziness happening, we somehow got a plan together to go to the hospital. I got the shirt I made for my wife that simply read, "YES - I WANT THE EPIDURAL." (When our first son was born the nurses missed that we wanted this procedure and it ended up being too late to do it when the baby came... I wasn't taking any chances so I had the shirt made up). As we got the bags ready, my wife went up to kiss our oldest son goodnight. It would be his last night as a single child... and it was worth soaking up. Our sitter arrived, and we started to head out...

except I stopped for a moment.

I looked at the TV and Conan was still on. Hmm... interesting that in the midst of all the chaos, the one visual thing that stayed consistent was the fact that Conan O'Brien was still on. Even tonight as my wife and I chatted about the big birthday stuff and said our goodnights, I pointed out to her that Conan was starting. Somehow we both knew what that meant and smiled about it.

Isn't it funny how some of the silliest things become memorable "altars" to significant moments? Like when I was sitting in my dumb gym outfit during high school P.E. and we all had to sit down next to smelly lockers while the principal told us the Space Shuttle Challenger had exploded... or the Mentos I ate all day on our wedding day (so that when people asked me if I was "nervous" I could show them the Mentos, eat one, and make like a B-level actor in an F-level commercial... even though they made me sick on my wedding night)... or the taste of a hard shell Taco Supreme I was eating at a dirty Grand Rapids Taco Bell when I realized what was happening on Septmember 11, 2001... sometimes significant moments have something very insignificant tied to them.

Somewhere through the night and into the morning, a son was born to us. We called him Daniel... but really, we called ourselves blessed.

6 comments:

lee said...

know what you mean...

my 'altars' are all linked to music...

my tech @ work has to listen to my station on yahoo where i've rated songs, artist, albums, etc...

it never fails...

'why in the world do you like that song?'...

then i have to digress & give all the supporting documentation why this song means something to me regardless of how good or bad it seems, due to it's ability to transport me back to the place in my history that it gained personal significance...

i still can hardly listen to overcome by live w/out tearing up...

it takes me back to 9/11/1 everytime...

so vivid, fresh & vibrant as the day it became reality...

weird...

liambyrnes said...

really cool post Tony,
This is just useless info but I heard once that smell is themost memory inducing sense we have.
Anyway keep blogging, Ionly just found your blog and am enjoying it already!
Liam

Thurman8er said...

Tony, I look forward to your posts and can so relate to those sensory moments. They're different for everyone (some of mine are a stretch of road by my house, an alarm clock, and an REO Speedwagon song...ugh...don't ask), but filled with equal meaning.

Happy birthday, Daniel.

Rose~ said...

Congratulations on your son. I don't get the comment you left on my blog. :~)

Daniel said...

The important thing is you gave your son an honorable name. ;-D

Congratulations on #2 - I loved the T-shirt idea.

Bar Bar A said...

This is a great post and what a WONDERFUL HUSBAND you are to have that t-shirt made. I know what your poor wife went through the first time. Why on earth would anyone choose that (I did...but I had no clue at the time).

Blessings to you, son #1, your wife and Daniel.