When you pass a certain age, birthdays start meaning a lot less. They become different and you don’t really celebrate like you used to.
For me, this turning point was 29. That was two years ago. I still felt like celebrating and having drinks with friends. Today, I almost forgot my birthday.
I’m not saying that I am upset about getting older or that I want to conceal how old I have become, but things have just changed. I no longer have wish lists of what I might want for my birthday and even the husband has a hard time figuring out what to get me.
When I was six, my parents made out like they forgot my birthday. They picked me up from school and didn’t say anything. They then took me for lunch and then to Toys R Us to pick out any toy I wanted. At the time, I thought that was the best day in the world.
This birthday, everything had changed and I wanted for nothing. Hubba had a really hard time figuring out what to get me and eventually got us something we could do together. But expecting a present from my husband was the extent of what I would want. I wondered – What does this day even mean anymore? I didn’t want a fuss but I wanted it to have meaning.
I woke up and decided that I would focus on birthday wishes.
Every time someone called, sent me a text, emailed or left me a Facebook message, I would jot it down on a piece of paper and be thankful that they had kept me in their thoughts. I would count these thoughts at the end of the day and this would be the most meaningful birthday present I would have.
But by the end of the day, I had lost count. There were so many names that I had to stop counting.
There was no Toys R Us but Mummy and Daddy calling and just wishing me made me feel very loved.
I also got three birthday songs.
My two lovely girly colleagues insisted on taking me out to lunch. When my birthday cake came, I shushed them, made a quick wish and blew out the candle. They insisted I light it again for a birthday song. I appreciated that they kept it down and just felt very warm and fuzzy inside.
I also went for Muay Thai before my dinner date with Hubba and thanks to Facebook giving me away, the whole class ended up singing me a birthday song right at the end. Felt very embarrassed but very cared for and couldn’t help but feel emo and mushy inside.
The icing on the cake was when Hubba sang me a birthday song quietly over a fudge brownie. Sigh. Loved is I.
It might not have been a lot to some but it’s really felt like the best birthday ever and I wouldn’t have spent it any other way :)