My mother in law called the other day to wish me a happy birthday. I was quite surprised. She remembered a day that I did not even remember. Actually she is signed up to a program that reminded her, but she called.
I just now saw an email from my husband wishing me a happy birthday. It was sent a few days ago.
I don't know how missed it.
I don't know how to feel about my birthday. I feel as if it's not really special.
I did not know my birthday as a kid. I liked January, so I told them it was January when they asked at the girls home (orphanage). Or maybe they just checked when I arrived at the orphanage and did an age approximation.
January was decided and accepted.
I received my passport in it and it became official. I was a teen and needed an ID to get a job.
Years later I finally met my mom and she said it was a different date. I figured she'd know. She is my mother. So January 1st 1980 it was. I was glad my birthday really was in January.
Then a few weeks or months later, she couldn't find my birth certificate and had to re-apply for a new copy. She said it was no longer that date. It was now a day in May. The exact same day as my son's birthday.
Okay then.
How could I fault her. She hasn't seen me in over 20 years!
My birthday wasn't known and was never important, so a few years ago, I withdrew myself from the knowledge of it.
This is why I didn't even remember my own birthday....well the official one that dh and everyone else uses.
I remember only when others remember. That's kinda sad.
Well my mother in law thinks that I should take a day and make it special.
I guess I'll think about it.....
Colette is a busy mom of 2 kids focusing solely on being a mom. She hails from the Caribbean and now balances the full life of being a SAHM and dabbling in odd jobs to help around the home. She enjoys sharing her memories, hopes, food, travel, entertainment, and product experiences on her blog. Please read my disclosure
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I just now saw an email from my husband wishing me a happy birthday. It was sent a few days ago.
I don't know how missed it.
I don't know how to feel about my birthday. I feel as if it's not really special.
I did not know my birthday as a kid. I liked January, so I told them it was January when they asked at the girls home (orphanage). Or maybe they just checked when I arrived at the orphanage and did an age approximation.
January was decided and accepted.
I received my passport in it and it became official. I was a teen and needed an ID to get a job.
Years later I finally met my mom and she said it was a different date. I figured she'd know. She is my mother. So January 1st 1980 it was. I was glad my birthday really was in January.
Then a few weeks or months later, she couldn't find my birth certificate and had to re-apply for a new copy. She said it was no longer that date. It was now a day in May. The exact same day as my son's birthday.
Okay then.
How could I fault her. She hasn't seen me in over 20 years!
My birthday wasn't known and was never important, so a few years ago, I withdrew myself from the knowledge of it.
This is why I didn't even remember my own birthday....well the official one that dh and everyone else uses.
I remember only when others remember. That's kinda sad.
Well my mother in law thinks that I should take a day and make it special.
I guess I'll think about it.....
Colette is a busy mom of 2 kids focusing solely on being a mom. She hails from the Caribbean and now balances the full life of being a SAHM and dabbling in odd jobs to help around the home. She enjoys sharing her memories, hopes, food, travel, entertainment, and product experiences on her blog. Please read my disclosure
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