Every year I wait for it, and honestly I love it. The getting older thing, as the youngest of 8, was always something I wanted. Unlike my eldest sister – who never wanted to grow up. I couldn’t do it fast enough. Plus, I must admit, I like attention. For all of you know me, it’s okay to laugh and agree. I like my birthday. It’s not because of the gifts, the well wishes, or even the cake (though I do really love cake!). It’s deeper than that.
I like birthdays because life is totally worth celebrating. Yes, even your own. It’s funny because I have always felt this way. Long before I had my own children, I had a hunch that birthdays were super special, days to rejoice, to celebrate. One day, whether it was 75 or 31 years ago, someone’s life changed for the better because YOU showed up. The moment before you were just an idea, a hope, a dream, and then in that room there was one more. My mom has always described this moment as miraculous, true evidence in the creator. I don’t disagree.
I’ve been there. I’ve been blessed 2x, after crazy, long, intense experiences to see the moment in which a little person took his first breath. I don’t know if miracle even is enough. It wasn’t me that made that moment a miracle. In fact, I did nothing but probably fight the whole process. I have a hunch that a babies entrance into the world takes a little coaxing – at least my two did 🙂
One of the cool things about being a mom (believe me there are some cool things despite the sleepless nights, the constant worry, and the nagging guilt :)) is that in the midst of developing the most intense love for someone else you begin to know that intense love someone has for you. I like that cyclical life stuff. I can imagine my mom’s sentiment, her reaction, each time she welcomed a new life. Each time she made a “birth” day possible.
Today, as I celebrate the beginning of my 31st year of life, I am nostalgic. I am grateful to my mom and my dad, and to the many people who made my birth possible. I am also hopeful as I look to many more years and gifts (not the tangible kind) and experiences. You are only born once but you can live every moment and each moment is a new chance. That is another reason I like birthdays – it’s a new beginning and I’ve always loved them. Oh… and did I mention I like attention and cake ;).