Ok, much like the fortune in a fortune cookie, the adult version of me doesn’t place much stock in horoscopes. When I was a kid, however, I took undue pride in the fact that I shared a birthday with the likes of Leonardo da Vinci and Barbara Streisand, assuming I somehow shared their brilliance or talent. I felt the universe had some secret plan for me and one day, when the stars aligned, I would assume my place in the hall of fame with other worthy Tauri, like William Shakespeare. This is obviously the sign of an over-inflated ego: a trait, in fact, shared by Taurus, the bull. Pride, along with faithfulness, dependability, and sensuality, are key characteristics of this zodiac sign. I didn’t mind being slapped with those descriptors because, the truth is, every once in awhile, I’d hear something about a Taurus and think: that is so me. Even when it’s unflattering, like being called a bull in a China shop (one of my dad’s favorite tag lines for me growing up), or someone pointing out my obstinate nature, a part of me believed those were inevitable behaviors for one born on April 24th.
Similarly, when I met Josh, I loved that he was a Leo. I thought it was so cool that he shared a birthday with Louis Armstrong and Barack Obama, and I have found that Josh lives up to the lion-hearted and loyal ways of that charitable sign (whoops –I think I just revealed that my interest in the zodiac has lasted beyond my childhood). At any rate, it recently dawned on me that Dylan’s zodiac sign might be all wrong. After all, he was born four weeks early…and that makes me wonder: is a Gemini really a Gemini if he was supposed to be a Cancer?
According to astrology.com: a Gemini is multi-talented, talkative, and scattered. His key life phrase is “I think” and his mantra is “I am calm.” On the other hand, a Cancer is loving, sympathetic, moody and over-reactive. His key life phrase is “I nurture” and his mantra is “I am lovable as well as loving.” In the past four months of getting to know my son, he seems much more like a Cancer to me, than a Gemini, based on temperament alone. I’ve never gazed down at him and thought: wow, he is really calm. Then again, maybe no infant could be described as calm. And probably none of this matters at all…but I feel kind of bad for Dylan, like his true nature was stripped away from him when he was delivered by cesarean one month early.
Yes, I realize how ridiculous that sounds. It’s just that I don’t see him feeling a real affinity for Mary Kate & Ashley Olsen or Steve O from Jackass, his birthday twins. Hmmm…clearly, it’s going to take me awhile to process Dylan’s birth story. Getting over these little, insignificant facts might be a step in the right direction.