I am very fond of my birthday. I suppose it comes from my Mother’s ability to always make us feel very special for that one fabulous day, in any small way she could. I’m not a big fan of Halloween, (much to the disappointment of my children) and instead have a great wish for it to be over, because that means my birthday comes next!
November 2nd,
a very special day.
it’s my day .. it’s my birthday.
This is the day when people think ..
of you,
and they are kind
to you
and you will most especially feel
Wonderful!
Now, this puts a lot of pressure on my beloved husband. The hopeless romantic in me, starts to anticipate just how wonderful it will be, how he might spoil me, surprise me, and pamper me,
and just how
I will beam!
Many times family commitments, obligations and sometimes tight finances have hampered efforts. My husband doesn’t come from the same family upbringing as I. Maybe birthday’s were celebrated differently, a little more low key.
Maybe men,
just aren’t as silly
as we
And of course becoming a Mom, my efforts are often spent on making my children’s birthdays as special as I can, and I am happy to just come later. I appreciate an occasion being acknowledged, but I am never about the present, or who has missed ‘the’ day on the calendar.
Instead of having my ‘special day’ pass unnoticed, or feeling a little let down, a few years ago I decided that it should not rest solely on my husbands shoulders to make me feel special. That I was completely in charge of this! So every year, I hold on to the thought of something I would like, usually a book (or two!), and that’s what I order for myself. When my package arrives, I open it gingerly, I make it a point to not look closely at any bit of it, and I wrap it neatly in lovely paper.
When I do have one, I often make my own birthday cake – as I am the cake maker in the family- I put just as much love and care into it’s construction and decoration.
I don’t grumble, or begrudge the fact that i ‘have’ to make it for myself. I quite enjoy it, and I do love cake!
My birthday
IS
always special,
to me
on the inside
it connects me to my heart
to who I am
to where
I am
to where I
come from
and to where
I am going
to what’s important to me
and to what
touches me
and fills me up
and that is always
Kindness
and
Love
and these are my gifts
Later, when I open the presents that sit on my table, wrapped and packaged,
I am Gratitude
and I am Joy
and then …
I come to this –
little parcel,
from my husband
wrapped in plain white paper,
stuck together with a large piece
of masking tape,
inside is the tiniest little rusted tin box
with a hinged lid
and this
little tin box
he knows
contains
my
whole
heart
and this …
is all I need
this
is Love ♥