Advice from the womb

By Leigh E. Rich

Sophie asked me to read this for her …

My family and friends,

Thank you for joining me on this special day. I am proud to be the newest member of the Rich-Strear family (and FYI for all of you Riches and Strears out there, I arrived on time).

As you may or may not know, today I was given the name of one of my great-grandmothers, Rebecca Rivka Rich, who passed along some words of wisdom before I made my debut on Tuesday, March 13, 2003. After 98 years, she wanted to impart some advice for life here on the outside.

This is what she told me:

• Your hair is your crowning glory.
• You look up, you see better; you look down, you see worse.
• Fat noodles make for a fat tochus, skinny noodles, a skinny one.
• It’s better to be a live dog than a dead lion.
• If the devil takes the horse, let him take the cart, too.

No, I may be only 11-weeks-old, but dear Bubbie, I’ve already learned a thing or two.

• Your hair is your crowning glory … until they suction you out of the birth canal.
• You spit up, you feel better; you hold it down, you feel worse.
• Fat noodles make for a happy father, skinny noodles, a happy mother.
• It’s better to be a short Rich than a tall Strear.
• If the devil takes the horse, that means the pony is still up for grabs.

Oh, I know I still have a lot to figure out.

But in the meantime, will someone please help me find the keys to my father’s Corvette?

With much love,
Sophie Amelia Rich 

Rich, L. E. (2003, August 3). A word from the wise. Leigh Rich Freelance: five2seven.