When do birthdays stop being the most exciting thing on the planet? Matt, who has a birthday next month, can't wait to turn seven. He has a list of wishes three miles long, and he is sure he wants to go bowling (Bowling? Why bowling? My protests fall on deaf ears.)I think I was still excited about my birthday in my twenties--the dark shadow of time hadn't engulfed my special day. Perhaps around thirty, I started to think birthdays weren't all they were cracked up to be. On my 29th birthday, a friend gave me a card that said something like, "say goodbye to your twenties!" She might as well have said, "Ha, ha, sucker, now you join those of us who dread our birthdays."
My mom, at 66 today, doesn't really seem too emotional about the whole thing. I guess it is what it is, right? Let's worry about the things we CAN control and celebrate the things we can't...like birthdays. So Happy Birthday, Mom! You are the best mommy in the whole wide world. I'm glad you are mine.
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