What does it mean to be a Thursday's child? It is based on an Old English poem called "Monday's Child" about the days of the week, and here is one version of it:
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 works hard for his living.
Sunday's child(or the child born on the Sabbath) is bonny and blithe and good and gay.
There is a traditional meaning of Thursday's child saying that the child has far to go as in far in life without any limitations while the more modern interpretation of the poem states that a Thursday's child has far to go as in will have limitations and obstacles to overcome in his or her life.
It's been 28 years. My Tyler was a Thursday's child, and I would say he had far to go as Heaven is far away. He was born sleeping, or as was more commonly termed at one time, stillborn, on Thursday, February 20, 1992 around 3 pm on a cold, bleak afternoon. One could also argue that had he been born alive, his existence may have been truer to the modern interpretation of the Thursday's child. If he had been born alive, he more than likely would have had physical and/or mental and/or development delays or issues. Some would say, and probably did say, that I/we as his parent(s) was/were spared from having a child with such issues and health problems. Possibly so, but do we really know? I honestly would have loved to have had the chance to find out, but that wasn't to be. Twenty-eight years later it seems like so long ago, but yet, there are times when it feels like it just happened the other day. Then there are times when I honestly wonder if it even happened at all. I know it did, but the whole experience seems so surreal and another lifetime ago. I don't really have a whole lot to write about this year that isn't new. I just found it interesting one day that it dawned on me that this February 20 would also fall on a Thursday as it did in 1992. I had heard this poem probably the same year or next after Tyler's demise. I was traveling with the kids' father to a nearby suburb of Dallas while he was working/performing, and I was in our motel room watching Suzanne Somers on Sally Jesse Raphael I believe. For those of you that aren't familiar with SJR, she used to have a talk show back in the day along with Oprah Winfrey, Phil Donahue, etc. Anyway, Suzanne Somers was on the show discussing her book called Wednesday's Children, a book about abuse. Wednesday's child is full of woe according to the poem. Since then, I found the poem to be quite interesting kind of in the same way of Adler's theory about birth order. The next February 20 to fall on a Thursday will be in 2025.
Another year has passed, and I still haven't gotten the desired tattoo I have spoken of, but I will get it one day. It just isn't in the budget at this time. I also am still loosely working on my children's book, Tyler's Footprints. I have added a subtitle: Budded on Earth to Bloom in Heaven. It actually was the suggestion of my friend Laura Eckroat, who is also a children's book author. I have at least set a goal for this book. I want it to come out around the fall/Christmastime of 2021. One, that gives me plenty more time to write it, tweak it, etc., and two, I want it to come out right before the 30th anniversary of Tyler being born sleeping, which will be February 20, 2022.
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 works hard for his living.
Sunday's child(or the child born on the Sabbath) is bonny and blithe and good and gay.
There is a traditional meaning of Thursday's child saying that the child has far to go as in far in life without any limitations while the more modern interpretation of the poem states that a Thursday's child has far to go as in will have limitations and obstacles to overcome in his or her life.
It's been 28 years. My Tyler was a Thursday's child, and I would say he had far to go as Heaven is far away. He was born sleeping, or as was more commonly termed at one time, stillborn, on Thursday, February 20, 1992 around 3 pm on a cold, bleak afternoon. One could also argue that had he been born alive, his existence may have been truer to the modern interpretation of the Thursday's child. If he had been born alive, he more than likely would have had physical and/or mental and/or development delays or issues. Some would say, and probably did say, that I/we as his parent(s) was/were spared from having a child with such issues and health problems. Possibly so, but do we really know? I honestly would have loved to have had the chance to find out, but that wasn't to be. Twenty-eight years later it seems like so long ago, but yet, there are times when it feels like it just happened the other day. Then there are times when I honestly wonder if it even happened at all. I know it did, but the whole experience seems so surreal and another lifetime ago. I don't really have a whole lot to write about this year that isn't new. I just found it interesting one day that it dawned on me that this February 20 would also fall on a Thursday as it did in 1992. I had heard this poem probably the same year or next after Tyler's demise. I was traveling with the kids' father to a nearby suburb of Dallas while he was working/performing, and I was in our motel room watching Suzanne Somers on Sally Jesse Raphael I believe. For those of you that aren't familiar with SJR, she used to have a talk show back in the day along with Oprah Winfrey, Phil Donahue, etc. Anyway, Suzanne Somers was on the show discussing her book called Wednesday's Children, a book about abuse. Wednesday's child is full of woe according to the poem. Since then, I found the poem to be quite interesting kind of in the same way of Adler's theory about birth order. The next February 20 to fall on a Thursday will be in 2025.
Another year has passed, and I still haven't gotten the desired tattoo I have spoken of, but I will get it one day. It just isn't in the budget at this time. I also am still loosely working on my children's book, Tyler's Footprints. I have added a subtitle: Budded on Earth to Bloom in Heaven. It actually was the suggestion of my friend Laura Eckroat, who is also a children's book author. I have at least set a goal for this book. I want it to come out around the fall/Christmastime of 2021. One, that gives me plenty more time to write it, tweak it, etc., and two, I want it to come out right before the 30th anniversary of Tyler being born sleeping, which will be February 20, 2022.
That's about it for this annual posting. I think about him often as does others in our family. I guess I'll always feel guilty to some degree, and I'll always wonder what his life would be like now. I do believe I'll see him again, and it'll be interesting to see if and when he was right there with me, and I didn't even know it. That's something to ponder.
Until next time, my angel baby. May you continue to rest in peace and watch over us.
Good night, my Thursday's child....
Until next time, my angel baby. May you continue to rest in peace and watch over us.
Good night, my Thursday's child....
