Most people are not aware that, beyond saying “Happy Birthday”, we really don’t celebrate birthdays’ much. Cards are nice, but those who save them are accused of hoarding, and those who don’t are wasting valuable resources. Thanks be for modern technology that allows folks to share the quick reminder without causing much harm; except for making obvious those who seem to have forgotten.
Which, in my world, is what they call a “Catch 22”. You know I don’t really celebrate, so you don’t say anything, but then you can be accused of forgetting or not caring because you didn’t bother. From me to you: it’s ok! you don’t have to make it a point on this one day of the year to think on me.
You see, to me, there is nothing really that much more special about the day I joined this world, than the day you joined my Klan. That day probably snuck up on me with general meetings and odd conversations until one day-POOF! I suddenly realized you were more than just an acquaintance or even an obligation. To me, the day I took you on as a chosen responsibility, is a greater gift than the day you entered this general existence. I didn’t make the day, nor do I celebrate it, but it is, truly a great day!
That’s why birthdays, to me, are not that extra special day we have been cultured to attend. Yes, it is important, and there are small things that some specific people do that warms me to my toes. But when those same people take a minute of their valuable time, on a day that has nothing to do with me, and just remind me they love me, even though I have done nothing to deserve it, well, those days are even more special than my birthday.
I did nothing more on my birthday than join this existence and likely bellow “Hello out there!” Though there may be individuals who think that is enough to make me special, it’s not enough for me. A long as I feel like I’ve waiting fore certain Kids & Kittens, the day of their birth is no more special to me than this day. This day I am also thinking on them, and have been since before I even knew of their existence. They shouldn’t feel like I love them any more just because they were born, than I love them because they are so rotten Mom and Dad need to send them to Taunta for a talk. (Yes, I often seem to love the most rotten the most because they need it the most!)
Don’t think that I don’t’ appreciate all the birthday greetings. I took a peak because of some business and saw over 40 just on one site! Yes, I was completely stunned and am still overwhelmed! But just as important to me is a message I saved from over the summer from a fellow who, yes he called on my birthday, but it was the message he left on a “just because” day that made me feel even more special.
I’m one of the lucky ones. I know that I am special rather anyone takes the time to let me know or not. Ok, I admit it’s probably because many people DO take the time to tell me at some of the oddest moments. That is why, I try to make time to tell you how special you are, not on your birthday. That day is special for YOU, but your “just because” days are what makes you special to me! I don’t wait for your birthday to send out a prayer for you. Just because I don’t send a card for you to smile over an through away, doesn’t mean that you are not important to me.
My happy birthday comes from counting my blessings, seen and unseen. In this surprising year of the seen (and heard) I want to say not thanks you, but Bless you! And Boomerang! It is you that makes my milestone blessed, just by being in my life that you have, on this day celebrated :D