****WARNING**** Long Post!
I celebrated my birthday recently. It was not a milestone event but that was a minority opinion. Most of the family thought it was quite the occasion! To celebrate I made pumpkin bread pudding. As I was making my bread pudding, I was musing about all the birthday celebrations from years past. I’d like to take you on a stroll through some of my more memorable birthdays.
When I was in 2nd grade I had a party and invited several classmates (including 2 boys). We had a great time until the balloon race. We were all given balloons and had to bounce the balloon in the air with our heads from one end of the room to the other. Once at the end, you had to sit on the balloon and pop it. I had a yellow balloon. It was made of some super strong latex and no matter how hard I sat on that thing it just wouldn’t pop! We all took turns trying to pop it until finally my mother attacked it with a fork!
My parents had asked me several times since Christmas what I wanted for my 12th birthday. I wanted a canopy bed. They were all the rage and even my friend Anita had one. My parents had grown tired of the request and out of frustration informed me that if I wanted a canopy they would find a can and I could pee in it and put it under the bed. I was grossed out and had resigned myself to having a boring bed. When I got home from visiting with my grandmother I discovered my bedroom had been transformed – a new bed with a pink frilly canopy!!
The year of my 16th birthday found my family living in Detroit, Michigan. It was only for a year and what a mostly miserable year it was. The only good thing about that year was my new friend Kitty. Kitty’s father was a journalist and he covered sports. She invited me to go with them to see a race horse that had just won a big money race and was being retired. Since my birthday was on a Saturday, we were able to leisurely go through the barn and visit with all the horses. Although it was miserable cold outside, the barn was warm. It was an exciting and indelible event!
My 20th birthday was notable. I had planned on traveling from Purdue University to my hometown for my birthday. A few days before, the weather forecast was calling for a winter snowstorm. That soon turned into a blizzard. It was a blizzard of epic proportions! The university closed and cancelled classes for the first time in 109 years. No one was going anywhere. As the wind howled and the snow fell by buckets, I saw my birthday buried in a snow drift that nearly reached the 2nd floor window of my room. My roommate however was a champ. She made cookies (the Pillsbury cookies in a tube). We spent the day watching TV and drinking hot chocolate to wash down chocolate chip cookies! We talked and laughed so hard our sides ached. That is my idea of a celebration!!
Most of the “in between years” were a blur as I was more focused on our sons than on my birthdays. The exception was my 50th birthday. I came into work and everyone was wearing black armbands! I was given a balloon with a vulture on it and a cake with a tombstone. My coworkers all wanted to know if I was depressed to be turning fifty. I just laughed. Other than the cake and the most delicious “memory pills” (mint M&Ms) the day wasn’t much different than any other day.
These birthday memories are nice to have but a birthday is just another rotation around the sun. I suppose some people imbue the day with either dread or joy. Me, I’m just happy to mark another year gone and another year ahead!