created 2025-05-14, & modified, =this.modified
tags:y2025divination
My sister was having a gender reveal. All throughout I was being asked “what do you think it’ll be a boy or a girl?” and people were opining their predictions (“It has to be a boy, because of your morning aches”). I continued to reject the entire premise, saying that I’m not sure and you cannot tell from the outset and questioned all of these old wives’ tales, and perhaps silently even the point of the celebration itself.
But then as we are leaving to go to the party where the actuality would be announced, I decide to walk around the back and breathe a bit.
I notice some movement, and it’s a wild rabbit, the same one that my niece chases when visiting. It dashes around the corner of the garage, and I follow it on a whim. Once I’ve turned the corner I see that it is resting on its haunches in a carpet of pink petals that have fallen off the nearby flowering bushes, meeting my eye. We’re both silent and still.
I say to myself, clear as day – “it’s a girl.”
So many things are wrong about this scenario, and yet I’m actually pulled from my logical, grounded place to this romantic myth. In my heart of hearts I know it is nonsense, but still there’s for me, such an appeal to this silly sort of story.