When we celebrate more than life, but celebrate our entry into the world, it’s called our birthday. I’ve always longed to celebrate this day, create a lively party and see my friends and family, making it personally my favorite great time.
Some years my giddiness was created by music and goofy costumes as my birthday is Halloween week. Showing our different bold hairstyles and hats was better done by others and less enjoyed by me. Sensory issues associated with my autism make hats and face paint feel bad.
No one throws a party like my mom. She brought me some of the wildest games and dancing, her linking my favorite foods and buddies together.
But birthdays have another side. When holding them up and looking at where we are and how time has passed, we can’t help but be aware of what Hallmark does and doesn’t feel accomplished in our lives.
With this year holding us in limbo, I’m thinking I’ll be a little less critical of the lack of progress I’ve achieved this year.
We’ve all been through a big adjustment and many of our hopes and dreams have been hit hard or our lives are filled with unknown future goals. Knowing we are all in different ways, but mainly feeling the same uncertainty, I’m somehow comforted and aware I’m blessed more than so many.
So I’ll be celebrating my birthday aware of my good fortune and join the world looking to better times in the years ahead.
