Today is my birthday.
It’s kind of a big one. I’m 45 today.
When I woke up this morning, there were no fireworks, no fanfares, no adulating crowds at my bedside.
Just another day.
A child jumped on me to wake me up. Then he snuggled in next to me for 20 minutes. Then we got up.
I reminded them both as I was making breakfast that it was my birthday. So they sang “Happy Birthday” to me.
Then they refused to get ready to school, choosing to play instead.
We left the house a bit late and cranky. Well, I was cranky.
Just another day.
A lunch with friends got smaller due to sick children and I panicked at the last minute wondering if the rest would make it to the right venue. Then they got there.
We talked, we laughed, we ate delicious food. I had a rose flavoured hot chocolate. Yum! Turkish delight in a cup.
Then I got a parking ticket. Happy Birthday from the City of Ballarat!
Not just another day.
Facebook was pinging all day with birthday messages. How did we keep track of people’s birthdays before Facebook? Or were we all sad and lonely on our birthdays because no-one remembered?
I don’t like my birthday. Not so much the getting older bit, but the lack of fanfare and celebration these days. If I don’t organise it, it doesn’t happen. And even if I organise it, it tends to fall flat. Such huge expectations of just one little day. One day, I would like a huge, elaborate party, organised by somebody else. Just saying.
I like people making a fuss over me. I am a Leo, after all.
My horoscope for today:
“There’s little comfort in your emotions today, Leo. You may want to stick to business. Concentrate on getting things done in your regular routine. Create a plan and stick to it. This isn’t a day to deviate from the norm, nor is it a time in which you will find much sympathy from others. Stick close to home and take care of your personal business. Time is precious. Don’t waste it.”
Yep. Just another day.
I got work done. Quite a lot of work. It pleased me.
I’m taking the boys out to dinner at our favourite pub. There will be a slice of cake.
Thankfully, there will be a fuss on Saturday. A family dinner with my parents, my sister and her boyfriend. My sister is coming all the way from Perth to help celebrate mine and our mum’s birthdays.
The boys are very excited about seeing their auntie. They even get to spend a whole day with her on Sunday. Well, she has to get to Ballarat first, so it may be half a day.
My family has always been big on birthdays and name days. There has always been cake and family. No parties with friends, but always family. My kids get parties with friends, because our family is so small here. Sometimes having aunts and uncles and cousins is a good thing.
So I’m a little bit flat on my birthday. A fanfare today would have been nice.
Image by Clive Reid.