One day is all it takes to completely change a life. Life successes, failures, mishaps, mistakes, do-overs, love, and hate, life and death is impacted by mere seconds. How often has someone said, “I just wish I could go back a day and do it all over again.” One day. A profoundly powerful moment in time. One day.One day I was born. I have a birthday. For all intents and purposes I did not exist the day before my birthday. One day I was a person in society; the day before I was not. One day I could hear voices and one day I could see faces. The pretty lady with the long dark wavy hair is nice, I think I’ll call her Mom one day. One day I had to have my diaper changed because it was quite frankly gross, and one day I learned to use the big girl potty. Hurray and cookies and milk for everybody! One day I laughed; and one day I cried; and one day I did both. This was a long time before the hormones kicked in too. A precursor of things to come. One day I drank my meals through a rubber nipple attached to a glass bottle; and the same day threw up all over my Mother who was feeding and burping me. Sorry, Mom. One day I was given a sippy cup of water that in my curiosity poured all over the kitchen linoleum. Probably won’t do that again — on purpose anyway. One day I rolled over in my crib to everyone’s delight; and then one day I sat up in my highchair and threw Cheerios all over the floor giggling because it was fun. I thought it was fun anyway. One day I crawled and slid along the just-waxed cold hardwood floor; then one day I cried because I had small red boo boos on my knees from crawling on the hardwood floor way too much. It was time to learn how to use those things with the little piggies going to market attached to them. One day I pulled myself up on the coffee table and stood there smiling and drooling as though this was the greatest thing ever! One day I decided to toddle my way from the coffee table to Dad’s recliner. One day I ran for all it was worth to get to the other side. Why, In don’t know. One day there was nothing left on any tables anywhere I could pick up and put in my mouth. I wonder what happened there? One day I was introduced to the art of bathing with a rubber ducky. Rubber Ducky you’re the one. One day I went swimming in Lake Michigan with my lifeguard Dad holding me around his shoulders, then one day I went swimming in Lake Michigan by myself with my parents supervision. I remember that day because the water was cold at first. That’s the day I learned to quickly jump into the water after chanting ‘one for the money, two for the show, three to get ready, and four to go!’ It was a good way to learn to count. One day I got my first tooth — ouch! One day I lost my first tooth — ouch again! What is it with this whole tooth thing? One day I was eating cinnamon applesauce; and one day I ate a crunchy red delicious apple. “Now that’s good eating right thar,” Larry the Cable Guy would say. That’s the day I learned teeth were very useful. Who knew? One day I sat on my Mom’s lap while she read me a book I believe it was called. Then one day I read her my Dick and Jane book from first grade. One day I was shaking a rattle, then one day I was playing kickball with the neighborhood kids, and then one day I was playing Pac Man. One day I said my first words. I think it was probably, “Man, this sucks.” One day I learned my ABC’s and learned to speak and read for myself. Some would say that perhaps was a mistake in someone’s judgment. One day I drew outside the lines with a crayon, then one day I had a drawing of mine displayed at the Chicago Art Museum when I was five years old. One day I sang, “The Wheels on the Bus,” and another danced the Twist at a street dance. C’mon, Baby. One day I watched cartoons and the Mickey Mouse Club on TV. That Annette is cool. M.I.C…K.E.Y…Why, because we like you! Then one day I went to see Mary Poppins in the theatre and learned the power of supercalifragilisticexpialidocious or as some would say dociousaliexpiisticfragilcalirupus. One day I planted a seed and watched it grow, and one day I picked a giant sunflower where the seeds had been savaged by the cardinals. One day I rode in a brand new two-tone red and white 1956 Oldsmobile in a time of no child safety seats or even seatbelts or air conditioning for that matter. We went all the way from Chicago to Los Angeles on the historic Route 66 for the purpose of visiting Grandma and Mickey Mouse. One day I got the keys to my own Oldsmobile and it had a new fangled seatbelt strap. Then before I could turn around and spit on the sidewalk, one day I was driving my grandchildren around with every kind of safety restraint manufactured. My husband and I stood in the driveway for an hour just trying to figure out how to fasten the 5-point restraint clip. One day I had a swinging blonde ponytail, and one day I had a smart short pixie cut. One day I started school, and one day I graduated. It say very very far from the first one. One day was my first on the job, and one day we celebrated my retirement after a 44-year career by taking a month-long roadtrip along the Eastern Seaboard. One day I was single, one day I fell in love, and one day nine months later I was married. One day I was not a mother and one day and every day since then I am a mother and now grandmother.
One day I was born, and one day I started living. Milestones come and milestones go. The older you get, the fewer there are, but what a difference one day can make. Make the best of your one day… Sandy