Friday, April 30, 2010
Today is my birthday...so there!
If you read my blog with any regularity, you've probably surmised (okay, you've been hit over the head with it) that I love birthdays. I can't help it...I just love them. On my birthday, I want to wear a crown and have someone hold a parade in my honor. I want to be surprised and delighted all day and go to sleep happy to have another year. And I love presents. YES I DO!
I have many friends who really don't like birthdays. They try to ignore them... let them pass by unnoticed by others and might in casual conversation 5 days later mention that they'd recently had a birthday. That is completely beyond my comprehension! And it makes me a little mad because I want to celebrate with them.
When I was a worker bee, the moment I came to the office, I would change my telephone message for that particular day so people would know I was really...present. And on my birthday, the message always alerted all my clients to this fabulous information. Egoist? Probably. But why not on your birthday?
Today I received a birthday card from my mom. A lovely light green card, because she always says the day of my birth reminds her of the new spring leaves she could see from her hospital window. After reading it, and getting a little teary I might add, I realized why I am this way about my day. I have to share it with you.
The "Hallmark" part of the card says:
What's a birthday other than a bunch of candles, a cake and a song?
It's a day to simply enjoy.
To be reminded how much you mean to the people who love you.
To make a wish and believe in it a little bit extra.
A birthday is yours, from start to finish...
one small space in time to honor all that you bring into the world.
But the best part is the "mom" part of the card. She wrote:
I'm not fond of cards address to "daugher"...or "sister"...or "nephew". How about "my first born"?! But I like the message as it expresses exactly how I feel about birthdays and why we should celebrate and be proud, rather than in any way keep it to ourselves and bemoan our age. It is YOUR day...or MY day. Enjoy it, broadcast it, have others participate in the celebration! And know you are loved- your Mommy loves you, your Daddy loves you, your sister, your sons and All love you. Well, I don't have space to go into "all". But think about it. If it weren't for your birthday, what else would be worthwhile, what other lives wouldn't you have touched? Yes, blow out 51 candles, eat lots of angel food or carrot cake and sing your heart and lungs out and HAVE A BEAUTIFUL BIRTHDAY. I love you, Delana.
Two things became very clear after I read her card. One... this birthday thing is obviously genetic! And two.... I am a very lucky (51-year-old) girl.
So, since I have always done everything my mother has ever told me to do...I'm broadcasting it. Put on a crown and help me celebrate! And make sure to tell me when yours is. A crown is like a fabulous pair of red shoes...it does no good sitting in the closet!