Birthday
Yesterday was my birthday so I want to thank everyone for their hearty greetings which ranged from phone calls from Pinas to a special poem written for me to eCards and texts and get this - a card from my son with a $5 tucked in! Woohoo! Now in my books, that’s very generous.
I was planning to write a post on my birthday but decided against it. For some reason, I tend to be more withdrawn than usual on my birthday. As a kid, I always envied my classmates who got to celebrate their birthdays during a school day. The whole class sings them the happy birthday song. If there’s “always a bridesmaid never a bride,” I’m always a singer, never the celebrant. You see, my day unfortunately falls between Christmas and New Year’s. After all that food and parties leading to Christmas, everyone is just glad for the short respite before the New Year’s eve celebration rolls around. So what does a birthday girl to do? Have a low key day, by choice or not. 
It’s been years since I’ve left school and it doesn’t matter much anymore that I never got to curtsy my thank you after the class sang for me. I’m just glad to wake up on my birthday morning and look myself in the mirror and say Happy Birthday, Me! And I beam at my reflection, content that out of the 365 days, this one is just for me. Throughout the day, I hum the birthday song. I realized I didn’t have to wait for anyone to sing for me. And if my friends remember and send their greetings, my heart is gladdened and I feel doubly special.
Of course, if I had a choice, I’d rather have my birthday any other day as long as it’s nowhere near Christmas and New Year. Hmmm, who says I can’t?

