Day of Birth
I had a birthday yesterday. Thank you, yes, thank you. I made it another year. Certainly survival is something to be proud of.
I’m one of those people who enjoy’s a birthday. I think it fun and exciting to celebrate a moment in time when I slid into this life. Not of any true effort on my part – that was all mom’s doing (as my mother used to like to remind me – that my birthday was actually a day to celebrate HER since she was the one who did all the work.) Mother’s do know best.
Some folks aren’t too keen on a birthday celebration. Some just don’t like all the hoopla of cake and candles, the singing of the always memorable Happy Birthday song. It could be the passage of time they don’t appreciate or the feeling of being the center of attention. Or maybe it was a sad birthday memory where that pony they wished for never materialized. (I, for one, never wished for a pony. I was a tad more practical – requesting a bike or new pair of sneakers. And hay costs a fortune.)