My birthday is a big deal to me.
I know birthdays are not a big deal for everyone, but for me, they’re important. Maybe it’s because I was born on Mother’s Day 1959 and I’ve shared my birthday with that holiday many times since.
Or maybe it’s because I only remember having ONE birthday party when I was a kid. And I’m pretty sure that was the time my brother stood on the fence and pee’d in front of everyone, effectively ruining my birthday.
He thought it was funny.
I do know a lot of people who don’t care one way or another about their birthday. Like my husband, John. He never has requests or any specific things he wants to do. It’s almost just another day to him.
I’ve had a lot of friends who seem to have a party or to-do every year on their birthday, so it’s clearly a big deal for them too. And for milestone birthdays, there is always a big party.
For my 50th birthday, it was Mother’s Day again. None of my friends could make it, because they were either celebrating with their moms or with their kids. I still had a great day, and my oldest son was able to come over and celebrate with me.
And don’t get me wrong; I’ve had some pretty fun birthdays and a few friends have made my birthday very special. But there have been a whole lot of birthdays that I haven’t even had a cake, let alone a party.
My daughter in law found out I haven’t had a birthday cake for a few years, and she’s pretty much made it her mission to make sure that never happens again.
As a matter of fact, she’s making me a pretty special one this year. My kids are coming this weekend and we are celebrating my 59th birthday together, and Mother’s Day.
I’m looking forward to it, and know it will be just perfect.
This is my last year of being a 50-something year old, and I am going to do my best to enjoy every single day. Because 60 is coming and I am going to throw one hell of a big birthday bash to celebrate.
You want to come?