When writing about my birthday, I'm never sure on what angle to give my perception of it, on one hand, a birthday is an amazing thing, filled with both wonder and amazement… on the other, I'm getting older and need to cut that out.
I had a birthday, and it was a miraculous thing, filled with wonder and in many ways I'm still wondering!
My birthday begain with the alarm screaming that I had to get the kids ready for school. I had stayed up a little late the night before so I was a little slow (a lot slow) at getting the day going. I asked my oldest son to make some cheap and easy breakfast that I had gotten specifically knowing that he would be able to make it. (it wasn't peanut butter and jelly, but it was close enough to it that my request wasn't asking for a lot.) I got the kids to school, and then instead of going to the gym like I had wanted to, I … didn't, I don't even know where most of the morning went, running errands and picking up birthday cake. Something that I did while going shopping was to make sure to notice something about one person at every place I went to, and to tell them about it. "That's an incredibly healthy breakfast you ordered!" and "I couldn't help but notice your eyes from across the room!" stuff like that, I wasn't trying to marry anyone, just smile into someone's life, and the result was that they walked away with an extra spring in their step. I don't know that it made a HUGE difference, but in some cases it did seem like a face was sudden shining through a hole in the clouds.
I ate a non raw vegan shake brunch with my daughter, the food was… something my body had grown out of the habbit of. Then I took an extended nap with my little girl, waking up in time to get the children and have an early (really early) dinner.'
A few days before I had taken the children to Toys R Us to pick out birthday gifts for me. While staying barely within eyeshot (so as to not ruin any surprises) one of the employees asked what I was doing. I mentioned that the children were doing my birthday shopping. she looked at me, aghast and then said in all seriousness "They will probably buy you toys!" I paused, and laughed inside myself. (it is called TOYS R us…)
Her 'prophesy" was correct, if we take a stock of what the children did get me. From the smallest I got a preschool car racer… thing, from the six year old I got a pegasus pony, and a scooby doo ball, from the 8 year old boy I got a transformer and a ninja lego set; and from the oldest I got a stargazer night telescope.
Someone could ask "How were the gifts for you?!" They were because I get to see my children play with them and their smile is way worth it!
It was a quiet evening, which is how you celebrate your birthday when you're old, time flew, and in case you were wondering… the cake was pretty awesome!
My favorite part was to see the look of joyful expectation from each child as I opened the treasures they had found for me, and then asked them if they could help me learn how to play with each toy as I discovered it with them.