Monday’s Child is fair of face
Tuesday’s Child is full of grace
Wednesday’s Child is full of woe
Thursday’s Child has far to go
Friday’s Child is loving and giving
Saturday’s Child has to work hard for a living
But the Child that’s born on the Sabbath is fair and blithe and happy and gay
I have known this old rhyme for many years. Not sure where or why I learned or how it has managed to stick in my head. As you might guess from the title, I was born on a Friday. I hope that I am loving and giving. You never know how someone sees you, unless they actually tell you. This past summer as I and three friends were on our way to an outdoor concert, a young guy stopped us and asked us if we had heard of a local band. He had some CDs and asked if we’d like one. One of my friend’s grabbed the CD from his hand, said “thanks” and kept walking. I stopped and asked him how much and he said whatever I felt like giving. I had three ones on my pocket and handed them to him and then hurried to catch up with the others. My best friend had turned to see me give him money; and she was shaking her head, and said, “You have the softest heart of anyone I know.”
I had no idea she thought that of me. We’ve been friends for 39 years.
I don’t know if it’s a good thing, feeling things so deeply. Losing the person I loved most in the world almost completely took the heart out of me.
I am Friday’s Child. What Child are you?