Over Texas Soil
“When we have kids some day, I want them to be Texans,” he said.
“Well....we live in Missouri...and I’m not letting you drive me to the Texas state line when I’m in labor,” I laughed.
“No, they can just be born over Texas soil,” he said.
“What does that even mean!?” I replied.
“Oh, I’ll just bring a box of dirt from Texas to the hospital.”
I laughed pretty hard because that was probably the most ridiculous thing I had ever heard in my entire life. Then I forgot all about that crazy conversation until 2 years later when I was 7 months pregnant with our first child.
. . .
“Don’t forget your dirt. You can put it in this container,” his mom said as we were packing our things to head back home from a short visit to Abilene, TX.
“Oh yeah! Thanks, Mom!” he said as he eagerly headed out to the backyard.
“Wait....that wasn’t a joke!?” I yelled, but the screen door slammed shut behind him.
I quickly followed my husband into his parents’ backyard. “You’re not really bringing dirt back home with you, are you?”
“How else will my daughter be born over Texas soil?” he replied with a straight face, like it was just the most natural question to ask me.
“You are NOT bringing that to the hospital!” I shrieked.
“You won’t even know!” he said as he laughed.
“I’m going to get rid of that before August,” I told him.
“You better not!” he said. “I’m going to hide it where you can’t find it.”
Part of me still hoped that he was joking. The other part hoped that, if he was actually serious, he’d forget all about that container of dirt in the chaos that was sure to surround going into labor with our first child.
. . .
“I’ll go tell the doctor that you’re ready,” the nurse said as she headed out of the room.
“Oh! I almost forgot,” Marcus said, jumping out of his seat.
He walked over to our suitcase and pulled out a small container. He carried it over and gently placed it underneath the hospital bed.
I knew what it was, but I was in too much pain at that moment to even issue a response.
20 minutes later, at 6:03 am, Eliza Mae entered the world “over Texas soil” in North Kansas City, Missouri.
I didn’t give much more thought to that container of dirt. We moved rooms after delivery, and I thought I’d never see it again. But, sure enough, 19 months later, it reappeared at that very same hospital. Texas forever, y’all.
. . .
“Look what I brought!” he said with a smile.
“Where was that? I didn’t even know you still had that!” I replied, shaking my head.
“It was hiding in a drawer in our room. Then I moved it to the car about a month ago because I was afraid I’d forget it.”
I could tell that he was very proud of himself. Especially now that our second daughter was about to make her surprise appearance 3 weeks early.
This time I just rolled my eyes as he slid it under the hospital bed.
The nurses came in to get the room ready for delivery. As one of them lowered the foot of the bed, I heard her say, “What is this?”
She started to pick it up just as the doctor entered the room.
“Put it back!” Marcus pleaded. “It’s just dirt from Texas.”
Everyone in the room stared at him as he now had to explain that he wanted his daughter to be “born over Texas soil.”
The room erupted in laughter.
One nurse looked at the other nurse and said, “I told you. We really need to write a book about all the crazy things people do in the delivery room.”
Then she looked at Marcus and said, “Don’t worry, we wouldn’t put your name on it.”
He stared straight back at her and said, “You better give me credit for that!” Laughter could be heard coming from that delivery room once again, and the nurse slid the container of dirt back underneath the bed.
45 minutes later, at 6:52 PM, our second daughter, Hattie Rae, also entered the world “over Texas soil” in North Kansas City, Missouri.
To this day, if you ask our girls about where they’re from, they will proudly “throw up the horns” and tell you that they are Texans. They have been fully brainwashed (and completely confused) by their daddy. I (the Missourian) know that I’m still the winner, however, because their birth certificates clearly state that they were born in Missouri…even if it was “over Texas soil.”