I have never been a birthday person. For as long as I can remember, I have disliked my birthday. I don't think I've ever had a birthday party in my life, unless you count the time in college when I woke up with thirty girls in my room each holding a can of beer and singing happy birthday. My sister's and my birthday were a week apart, so we usually had a joint party for our extended family. When I got older I asked my parents for the money instead of a party and had a great time buying my own presents.
Then when I had children, I loved throwing themed parties for them, and I cringe when I think of how overboard I went. I'm the mother who was responsible for making birthday parties a competition in Pasadena and was accused of being on Prozac way before it was socially acceptable. Now at this point in my life I have a reason to hate birthdays and I not only ignore mine, but everyone else's. That is why I am embarrassed that I have gotten so many phone calls today from all my friends remembering the day I want to forget. My sister called to tell me how reassuring it is to know that no matter how old she is, I will always be four years older.
Even though I complain, I am touched that friends and family called and remembered me, even though I don't deserve it. Still, I'll be glad when this week is over. To quote Cher, "getting older really sucks."
I agree, growing older sucks. But just think of the alternative to growing older, you have no alternative, so grin and bear it. Growing old is not for the weak of heart, it takes guts and stamina. It does give you the opportunity to have an "f-the-world" attitude, so go with it. Cindy
Posted by: cindy | June 04, 2008 at 05:50 AM
A Response to Cindy:
If it's only supposed to be when you're growing older, dear mother, then why have you had an "f-the-world" attitude since your teens?
Just kidding!
Posted by: Allison | June 04, 2008 at 08:09 PM