Cavanaugh & Kavanaugh writing and more
Boo-hoo! Our Caffe Lena showed got snowed out! We’ve rescheduled for September. We have been playing so much ( 4 - 5 times a month, sometimes more) it’s been hard to do this writing. I am writing in my journal everyday, though. Thank goodness I have that at least.
A few weeks after the Magic Kingdom, my first child was born. My due date was on my birthday. That night we had a small birthday party for me. Everyone sat around watching me for any signs of labor. It was, without a doubt, the strangest and most uncomfortable birthday I have ever had. I finally threw everyone out, though X’s sister stayed for the weekend. The next evening, my water broke. This was it! We were both convinced we were having a boy. She certainly surprised us! Still a traveler in my soul, I was planning to hitchhike to the hospital when the time came. When A heard about this, she insisted on driving me. 19 hours later, here was my daughter - a true beauty. Was I disappointed at not having a son? Not even for a moment. I loved her more than I thought was possible. We almost named her “Karma” being the hippies that we were. I decided that I didn’t want to saddle my child with a name that might be hard to live with somewhere other than California, and being a “gypsy”, I wasn’t sure where we might end up. X also reminded me what the word meant. Did we really want a child named Karma? Our friends at the time named their daughter “Honey Tree”. We settled on a mainstream name. I did, however, change the spelling of her middle name from Lee to Lea because of the numerology involved. Lee would have made her name a “4″. Since she was already a Virgo, I didn’t think a 4 was a great idea - attention to detail, critical, lots of the same characteristics. The Lea spelling made her name a 9 - a very powerful, out-going, take charge of your life number. Boy, did she ever take charge! (and has continued to do so…) Although she did have problems with kids in school for being raised so differently, no one ever teased her about her name. I couldn’t really do anything about the different lifestyle, though I did try to compromise some. Sorry Fyre, by the time you reached schoolage, you had already taken your first steps in the VW bus while driving down the road somewhere in Arkansas. And, you had already been to more Grateful Dead shows than most adults and hung out with street musicians, jugglers and artists. I couldn’t take that back and wouldn’t want to anyway. It helped make you the beautiful and unusual person you are now.