Saturday, December 27, 2008

IN KEEPING WITH THE THEME OF "MOVING FORWARD"...HENCEFORTH AND FOREVER REGARDING MY BIRTHDAY!!!

Here's a BIG SHOUT-OUT to Emmy...my erstwhile and always tender-hearted daughter (I hope the expression "tender-hearted" didn't originate in a cannibalistic community!) who year after freakin' year does her best to celebrate my birthday which, year after freakin' year always seems to arrive the day that seems to fall exactly after Christmas. No bueno. Emmy, you are a champ honey...one amazing champ. Thank you for the wonderful lunch you picked up for us from Claim Jumper and for filling up my tank while you did it! Bravo Baby Girl!!! And thank you for my beautiful fairy crystal necklaces...they are stunning and I will wear them gleefully...

The thing is, we were both EXHAUSTED from Christmas. Here's what it's like to have a birthday on December 26th. No one wants to celebrate the day AFTER Christmas-including myself! No one wants to clean. No one wants to cook. No one wants to do anything but sleep off the entire month before the day before your birthday. But because people love me, they feel compelled to do SOMETHING. This is excruciating to watch and even more painful to be a part of.

When I returned home, I had to watch my husband and stepson go through the same thing. Peter asked (with a deeply heavy sigh), "So, movie?"...as if.....Heck no!!! I just want to rest....I've had over five decades of this birthday....I'm over it....I don't want to celebrate it either....AND I'M DEADLY SERIOUS WHEN I SAY THAT...I. DON'T. WANT. TO. CELEBRATE. IT. EITHER.

Back in the 70s I must have heard someone with the same birthday complain about getting presents with silver and gold wrapping on it...and I think it sounded "cool" when they did it...so I emulated them...to sound cool...only in my grown-up head, it doesn't sound cool at all...it sounds whiny and self-centered...and here it is 2008 and I've been trying to repent since the mid 80s...truly....but my sister and other family members aren't listening to me because they really "heard" me in the 70s and they must really love me or for what ever reason but they really go the extra mile to celebrate or "gift" me on my b-day....I love you....you are released...go and sin no more....Bottom line-I can't stand to watch my loved ones suffer through one more of my birthdays...not one.

From here on out...from 2009 and onward...if you must recognize my birthday, a phone call or card will do...really...I'm serious...I love you all madly...but enough is enough....you have been valiant...but we're all tired...dead-dog-tired...let's rest...enjoy your day...and I will also....you are loved...and I know I am too....

5 comments:

Eli Bowman said...

Oh, Mom. I like your birthday being the day after Christmas. It makes me feel good inside...like a warm fuzzy.


You are a special person who deserves a normal birthday. I suppose you are a bit overshadowed by your Older Brother who celebrates His birthday the day before yours, but that's just a minor inconvenience. Never forgot who you are and never forget Gah Mah Newt!!~~

The Katzbox said...

How could one forget Gah Mah Newt? It reverberates through the universe!...or is it just my head?

Anyway, I'm quite satisfied to let my Older Brother celebrate His day for a good 48 hours...He can have my day in fact...that can be part of my gift to Him... ;)

And I love you!

Em Dog said...

Go forward, I share my birthday with my mom.

The Katzbox said...

I sense a trend....Em...a definite trend...the wind be ablowin'...

hi, i'm nancy! said...

ok, first - it's YOUR birthday, Deb, and i guess that means we can all celebrate it the way YOU want us to. that said, though, i am totally on Eli's side in this matter - YOU deserve a birthday just as much as the next guy (well, maybe not just as much as ME, but just as much as the next guy), and you also need to remember this: a kiss is just a kiss, oops, no - you need to remember that it makes your family happy to dance around you with glee and bestow you with niceties. so, if you don't do it for yourself, do it for them - (just like you do at least 75% of the things you do, sweetie.)