There are always flowers for those who want to see them.

There are always flowers for those who want to see them.

                      How old would you be if you didn’t know how old you are?

Birthdays are special. Everyone has a birth day, think about it, even plants and animals. So, what is so special about something, which everyone has.

Well, In my experience, Its what we feel on the day is what sets us all apart. Yesterday was my special day. The day I came into life.

I’ve shared a love hate relationship with this day. Times of super child like excitement, to a more impressionable, anxiety ridden teen birthday, to birthdays with work people, new family etc, seems like I’ve seen it all. And then suddenly your birthday ceases to exist when you have a child.
Again, you relive the childlike excitement of a baby’s birthday party, but of course its not for you, but for your precious bundle of joy. For the past 5 years, I have been on tender hooks planning Milee’s D day. So with all the fussing, eventing of my daughters birthday, to have a celebration for me seemed like a herculean task. What a waste of time! Its just another day in the many that I am going to have. So why fuss.

This year, Milee opened my cobwebbed doors of enthusiasm and conviviality. She began a countdown to the day a week in advance. It would amaze me to see how kicked she was about someone else’s special day other than hers. Her festivities knew no bounds. She wanted to make arrangements… and when I downplayed it, she reprimanded me. Milee was behaving…… me. Yes, she was doing all the things I would do on her special day. How endearing.

Well, I was indentured and overwhelmed. My little monkey was helping me get my MoJo back! She made a card accentuating her love for me. Husband was forced to help in the “event” of Milee’s managerial task. I was saved by a child’s revelry of putting
all the play and learning into childhood, all the work into middle age, and all the regrets into old age.

So, essentially, IT is how we choose to see the day, that comes into our life. It can be as dreary and depressing or as bright and festive as you want it to be. Its right here in our hands, just clear the cobwebs, dust away your inhibitions and don’t let age arrest your spirit. You are only as old as you feel.

A slice of Life.

A slice of Life.


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