Well, it's true. I am turning 35 years old this week. (Yikes!!!)
Something about this has struck a strange chord in me lately and as I read this book to my kids recently, it described exactly how I want to feel about my birthday this year.
Allow me to quote:
"If we didn't have birthdays, you wouldn't be you.
If you'd never been born, well then what would you do?
If you'd never been born, well then what would you be?
You might be a fish! Or a toad in a tree!
You might be a doorknob! Or three baked potatoes!
You might be a bag full of hard green tomatoes.
Or worse than all that . . . Why, you might be a WASN'T!
A Wasn't has no fun at all. No, he doesn't.
A Wasn't just isn't. He just isn't present.
But you . . . You ARE YOU! And now, isn't that pleasant!"
"Today you are you! That is truer than true!
There is no one alive who is you-er than you!
Shout loud, "I am lucky to be what I am!
Thank goodness I'm not just a clam or a ham
Or a dusty old jar of sour gooseberry jam!
I am what I am! That's a great thing to be!
If I say so myself, "HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME!"
I will sadly admit that I haven't always felt this way on my birthdays. But, I figure since I'm very quickly riding the slippery slope down to 40, I may as well embrace what I am today and be happy about it. I am even very slowly learning to accept all of the other "me's" I have been throughout my life (remember my trauma last year over being embarrassed by some of my teenage self?). I think I'm over it. Finally.
Yes, 20 years later, I think I might be able to show you what I looked like, and listened to, and what a goofy crazy hormonal mess of a 15 year old I was, without blushing. Maybe.
And perhaps it is with this goal of embracing my teenage self right alongside my current self that I have decided to throw myself a party (yes indeed! And you are all invited to come - ladies, that is. Friday 7 pm at my house)! I have dubbed it a 1990 flashback party (basically because the music I still enjoy the most comes from the 80's and 90's). As I thought about it, there were a lot of great things about being 15 (I had soo much ENERGY, for one!!). And while I don't necessarily endorse always acting at the maturity level of a 15 yr old (heaven help us!) - I think for this one night at least I am going to try to throw away all these strange (self-imposed) expectations of how an upstanding, grown up, responsible mother of 4 children (who is 35!) should act and behave. And . . . I'm going to have a party to celebrate. Care to join me?!?
More Dr Seuss:
"Now, by Horseback and Bird-back and Hiffer-back, too,
Come Your Friends! All your friends! From all over Katroo!
And the Birthday Pal-alace heats up with hot friends
And your party goes on!
On and on
Till it ends."