Yesterday I had a birthday. Over all it was a good day. I am not impressed with how the digits keep getting bigger, but alas there isn’t much I can do about that: as Cher likes to croon “If I could turn back time”… but I digress (oh and about the ear worm, you are most welcome 😉 )
It’s a funny thing getting older. As little kids we don’t really understand the passing of time and are just excited about having a special day just for us: presents, cake, games and fun (and sometimes it’s all a bit overwhelming for wee ones).
Then we we hit around the 9 year mark and we are so excited to be getting older because we are that much closer to the milestones that add up to adulthood and all the fun we think it represents: freedom, staying up late, cool clothes, for us girls boobies, high heels, makeup, romanticized notions of first dates and so on (not sure what guys want out of aging… probably some of the same things?).
Soon we find we are adults, and maybe we have children of our own and kind of loose ourselves, our birthdays become secondary, they just don’t mean as much, they are no longer about a day for us but become a day for and about our kids.
Then one day we realize the kids are nearly grown themselves, they don’t get all excited about your special day any more, there are no longer crazy homemade gifts that we love in-spite of the fact that we have no idea what they are. The excited squeaky Happy Birthdays & homemade cards have given way to a more subdued greeting, a store bought card and a nicely wrapped box of chocolates (or some such thing). And we realize we are just celebrating another step towards empty nest syndrome, gray hair and wrinkles, and perhaps we feel a wee bit ripped off by life.
I was not looking forward to my birthday this year. I just wasn’t feeling it. But you know what. I don’t feel ripped off by life, I feel loved by my family and friends. It really was a good day. ❤
And just because….