An Apology to Texas

I really thought I wouldn’t have much to write about today. We awoke before the sun and began the excruciating drive east from El Paso to Austin. I’ve driven from El Paso to Dallas before and was sure I knew what to expect: hours upon hours of brown flat land. I remember years ago, falling asleep as a passenger on this stretch of road, only to awake again wondering if we had even moved.

I warned the kids. I even considered sedating them with chloroform (no, not really for those of you who really ARE Texans and don’t get the sarcasm.)

Our first stop was in a little town called Kent. My son needed to pee something fierce and was wincing and whining. Kent held up a beacon of hope for him with its many feet tall Chevron sign. But our hopes were dashed… the entire place was abandoned, including the Chevron. Anyone with a Texas map should scribble that town out of existence. It’s inhabited only by ghosts now. How very east Texas of it.

For those concerned for Robert’s well being, we did find another gas station a few miles up the road to relieve him of his urgent bladder. That one was like stepping into an episode of the Twilight Zone. I don’t think a thing had changed since the 50s.

The man behind the counter was shifty and carried a gun. He read a newspaper… who does that these days?

TXWe eventually came to the splitting of the 10 freeway into the 20 freeway to Dallas and the 10 freeway we would continue on toward Austin. And here is where I have to publicly apologize to the great people of Texas. For over 15 years now I have been complaining whenever someone mentions Texas that it is nothing but ugly, brown, flat and boring. Boy, was I wrong.

The 20 began to show some… green. Could it be? Could there be green in Texas?

And then, we turned off on the 290 and the 281 and … wow. The green rolled for miles and miles. So much so that my poor car-sick son threatened to ruin what had become a very fun little trip with a hurl. It was, dare I say it, picturesque.

By the time we rolled into town, the kids were a little car crazy. They giggled at anything I said and we all felt exhausted. At the final stoplight I noticed something I had not seen on the entire journey: A Texas state trooper, paused at the light to the right of us. I pointed him out and my daughter didn’t skip a beat in correcting me, “Mom! Don’t be silly. That isn’t the police. That’s a pizza delivery guy!” She was serious. Apparently Texas also does not look like a police state.

Tomorrow our host is determined to show us the most beautiful things in Austin. I’ll take pictures.


About supportmidwifekatiemccall

Katie McCall was born at Pomona Valley Hospital in Southern California by scheduled c-section as a frank breech due to the current medical system insistence that breeches should always be delivered that way. Katie's father's family was filled with teachers, her mother's family was filled with healers. It is no surprise then, that she went on to have her own two children and spend her adult life involved in a combination of teaching and healing through midwifery, childbirth education, doula work and serving families in Southern California. Katie attended USC for her general education and then went on to study with the American Academy of Husband Coached Childbirth to become a certified childbirth educator. Shortly thereafter, she certified as a birth doula (labor assistant) with the Association of Labor Assistants and Childbirth Educators. Katie was also mentored through a pregnancy and birth support business called The Birth Connection in Glendale, CA, which Katie later purchased and expanded to include a 1500 square foot education facility, retail store and birthing center. She enrolled in midwifery school and apprenticed with the midwives who ran the birth center as well as with midwives who attended homebirths. She sold her business to pursue her midwifery education full time in 2006 and passed her midwifery (NARM) exam to become a Certified Professional Midwife in 2008. She went on to gain her Midwifery License from the State of CA Medical Board in 2010. Katie has received supplementary education in lactation to become a lactation educator, vaginal birth after cesarean support, support of sexual abuse survivors, aromatherapy and is neonatal and CPR certified. She assisted over 500 couples through childbirth education and attended over 550 births as of 2011. As a Southern California native, she has a wide range of experience, serving mothers from diverse backgrounds. She believes her job is one of empowering women to develop their own trust and connection with their bodies and their babies during their own unique journey into motherhood. If she has learned anything through her experience with birth, it is that every birth is as different as the women who are laboring. On August 17th, 2011 Katharine “Katie” McCall, a licensed midwife, was convicted of practicing medicine with out a license for a 2007 birth she assisted as a student. The charge arose from a home birth where Katie's supervising midwife could not arrive because she was at another birth. Instead of leaving the family to birth unassisted, Katie stayed. She recommended that the family transfer to the hospital and the family refused. They were aware that she was only a student midwife and that she was unable to secure an overseeing mid
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2 Responses to An Apology to Texas

  1. Renee says:

    Love your writing, thanks for sharing, enjoy your journey…

  2. jessemathewson says:

    Reblogged this on Jesse Talks Back and commented:
    Love, love, love your beautiful wordsmithing-

    And art! 🙂 hugs to the family!

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