That's perfectly fine with me. I have issues with my own birthday anyway. We lost our first baby a month before the biggest birthday celebration I've ever had (Vegas!), and got pregnant with Winston less than 2 weeks later. Maybe that's why it seems so insignificant. I didn't really begin until Winston was conceived and born. It just feels wrong to celebrate too much the person I was before they all came.
Last year, much to my surprise, my husband went all out again. I used my spa gift certificate, we took a surprise shopping trip to Houston so I could buy some new clothes for myself. I was shocked, and it took me a long time to process that it was for me. I dunno...
It just feels weird, I guess. My mom always texts me at the time I was born, and that means the world to me.
When you're small, your birthday is so very important. I want it to feel that way to my boys, and even though he's grown, to my husband. Even my Mom, who was born on Halloween, gets everything I can possibly create to make her feel special.
I don't know how to feel special on my birthday without feeling guilty.
Yesterday, I hung wash on the line that the woman who sold our house left behind. I made my Grandmothers' brisket and purple hull peas form the farmers' market. We listened to my brother's band all day in the van, and I remembered my cloth bags for the grocery store.
That was all pretty damn magical in one afternoon. That was enough.... And I'm ok with that.
2 comments:
Mmmmm. Good stuff, lovie.
Have a happy birthday darling!
My mom is kinda the same about feeling guilty about doing things for herself. So my siblings and I always try to give her something extra special on her birthday.
Don't let the guilt get in the way of enjoying your day!
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