I have not, until now, caught on to the Facebook birthday system. I fancy myself a "card person". I have a dear Aunt with a unique ability to touch someone with a card beyond compare. I strive to emulate her. I spend hours in card stores finding funny and touching cards specific to each person. I jump on them and store them away for that special person on their special day. About 1 or 2 days too late, I start to search for that perfect card in my "card storage system", which looks like a fancy file cabinet. Sometimes I find the card and sometimes I even sign it. Rarely does it actually get mailed and to tell you the truth, I am sure no one even knows that I fancy myself a card person, as they have never actually received a card from me. My nieces and nephews know that "belated" to Auntie Jan(et) has no actual time frame. The road to hell is paved with thoughtful, poignant, unsigned birthday cards.
My Facebook messages saw me reflecting on the number of different types of relationships we each have.
|Birthday Girl, November 22, 1963|
I have never been one to announce my birthday prior to its arrival. I like to think I have low expectations. Of course, I like to have my cake and eat it too. I also never balk at some chocolate or a warm pair of socks. I don't really like to be the centre of attention, but any rendition of Happy Birthday to You, even if I resemble a monkey, is always appreciated. My mother used to call it "our 15 minutes". I think Andy Warhol heard that and then went to town and took all the credit.
I am yet to find someone who feels as strongly as I do that a person's birthday is really all about the mother. I don't remember the day I was born, thank God. However, my mother does. She remembers my temporarily crippled, somewhat elderly grandfather taking her to the hospital and being mistaken for her husband. I remember the days of each of my 3 children's births. When their birthdays come, I am back
Now it does not really follow any sense of logic, that the one person who worked so hard to bring these children into this world (yes Derek, the one person) should be the one in charge of the birthday celebration each year. Isn't that day supposed to be about me??? I maintain that I would rather give birth than give a birthday party. Why am I hanging up the f-$%#@-ing pinata? Where is MY Loot Bag?
Our kids' birthdays seemed to stretch for more than the constitutionally
We had neighbours who had 6 children. I think a few of the babies were conceived while we waited for mom and dad to pick up their kids.
|Kevin's 15 Minutes|
|Pierrette and me|
I had breakfast with the 3 sticky kids today downtown on Saturday morning. They were all bright eyed and bushy tailed. They took turns sharing the stories of their weeks. Ok, they did not take turns. They filled me in just as they have for the past 20 years. With lots of loud chatter and laughing and eye-rolling. That's what families do. So now, in order to have a record of this event for history (and to send it to Derek in Barbados}, I have decided to turn the camera around. Apparently no one cares if we have gained weight. They don't want us to "wait until next year, when I look better". We have to stop jumping at the chance to be the photographer. We need to just feel blessed that we are still in the family photo.
|Kevin, Kate, Bridget and "Birth Giver"|
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