Yes, thank you, happy birthday to me.
Some might
say it’s just another day and from a certain perspective I guess it is. I’m a year older, but I don’t feel it (and
hopefully don’t look it). I spent the
day at work, even though I would have enjoyed taking the day off to write all
day with no interruptions (between birthday phone calls and texts, that
is). I will go out to dinner with my
family to celebrate but yet we could go out to dinner for any number of reasons
(we like to find reasons to eat out).
But when you
really think about it, the day is really so much more. Why?
Because it is a day when friends and family can come forward and make
you feel special, appreciated and remembered.
You might
disagree and say we should get that type of treatment every day and I agree.
But that’s
just not the case in this whirl-wind fast-paced to-do list type of life.
We often
forget to make those around us feel special and needed. It’s not a purposeful act. We just get busy. It is due to this that I believe birthdays
should not be called just another day.
First, for
the ones having the birthday, it helps us to remember there are those out there
who do care and who do love us even if we don’t see or hear from them often. Second, for the well-wishers, birthdays make
us stand up and remember those around us.
We might not offer enough of ourselves to others on any given day but it
is these special days which turn our attention away from ourselves and towards
others instead.
Our
birthdays give our families the license to either gush even more about how much
they love us and it gives those family members who remain emotionally distant
an opportunity to say what they cannot usually say.
Our
birthdays remind us our friends care and are always there for us. I have a friend who I have known for 25
years. We have had some good times, some
bad times and probably everything in between. Somehow when our boys were young,
we were able to get together weekly to watch our favorite night-time soaps
(remember Melrose Place?) while we would cross stitch and catch up with each
other. As our boys grew, our lives got
busier not only with work but also because our boys were actively playing
sports pretty much all year long. Our
boys were usually on the same team so we saw a lot of each other but boys do
grow up while activities and schedules do not always mesh. It is not often that I see my friend now
(unless Facebook counts) but I know she is and always will be someone I can
count on. How do I know this? I just know.
But it didn’t hurt that she made a point of reminding me with a happy
birthday wish and this saying: “Good friends are like stars…you may not always
see them but you always know that they are there.”
Those are some
good things about birthdays but that’s not all a birthday can do for you.
Sadly, they
also remind us of those who are no longer here to celebrate with us.
An example
would be my grandparents who have already passed. My grandpa shared the same birthday as my
husband and it was always special to celebrate their birthdays together. My grandpa was a truly special person and
every year now when we celebrate my husband’s birthday, it is bittersweet as we
also remember the man who is now only sharing that special day with us in
spirit.
Another
example would be my father-in-law, who did not care much about his own birthday
but found great pleasure in teasing me about mine. I never failed to receive a phone call from
him so that he could sing to me, “The old gray mare, she ain’t what she used to
be…”
Oh, yes, it
was funny…to him. I took it in stride
knowing he was just giving me a hard time.
Now, I’ll admit that after having two birthdays since his passing, I
actually miss getting that birthday phone call from him, even if it did give
him glee at calling me an old mare.
Birthdays may
be just another day to some but I will say again birthdays are much more than
that. It is a day to remember or show
appreciation to others or a day where you can take to heart what others say you
mean to them. These days should never be
pushed aside as just any other day.
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