Today is my birthday! This is the last year of my 40s, and next year I’ll be 50, which seems so much older than I feel. Then again, with the arthritis that’s been plaguing me, I am feeling a lot older than I did 6 months ago. Oh well, I’m treating myself to a prednisone, which should help somewhat and allow me to have energy for the things I want to do today. Which include:
- Going to breakfast with Ted and Maya. We’re going to a place in Pleasanton that is known for its omelets. I love eggs, so this seems like a great idea to me.
- Going to San Francisco, to the Yerba Buena Center for the arts. I thought of going to the Legion of Honor or the DeYoung, but neither of them have exhibits I really want to see right now, and we’ve been so many times…so we’ll go somewhere new for a change. Fun!
- Shoe shopping! A DSW opened in our neighborhood a few months ago, and we’ve not yet gone. I’m not sure what I’ll find, but hopefully there will be something interesting or comfy or pretty (or all three, how would that be?)
- Nice dinner. Ted’s making duck, per my request. We’ve never cooked duck at home, so this will be a treat and an adventure.
- We may or may not stay up until midnight to ring in the New Year. It’s rarely my favorite thing to do…I generally like sleep more, but who knows? Could happen.
I’m looking forward to my birthday gifts, which are mainly in the form of delayed gratification this year. My brother got me Season 5 of Downton Abbey on DVD (can’t wait!), but that isn’t released until near the end of January. Ted got me the annotated biography of Laura Ingalls Wilder, which is on back order and I’m not sure when it will come. My parents sent me money, which I am going to use to go to the hair salon. That won’t be as long of a wait, I just need to make an appointment. I got a gift certificate for a massage for Christmas, which I haven’t used yet. I haven’t decided WHEN I want to use it, yet. Maybe on a warmish day, as the spa is connected to a gym, and they have a nice outdoor pool. The shoes, should I find them, the breakfast, the day with my family, the duck, those are all no-wait treats, and I know that I’ll enjoy them mightily. One nice thing about a New Year’s Eve birthday is that I always (at least since I left hotel work) have the next day off. So that will be nice. Oh, and Maya has a job now, which means that she has spending money, and bought me very nice Christmas gifts, and there’s something under the tree from her for my birthday, which I look forward to opening. (A birthday near Christmas often means birthday gifts under the Christmas tree!)
There’s something about birthdays that tends to make one reflect a bit, and a birthday on the last day of the year likely enforces this proclivity. So I’m reflecting today on all of the things I am thankful for…my beloved husband and daughter, my family, my friends, my home, my job, my health. I feel so fortunate to have so much.
I miss my mom every day. I miss her on Mother’s Day, her birthday, and the anniversary of her death (which sometimes falls on Father’s Day), more than ordinary days. But the day I miss her most is my birthday. I’m not sure why. Perhaps because of everyone on Earth, she knew me the longest. We were together before I was born. She knew me for all of my childhood, my ups and downs, successes and failures. I’ve lived with Ted now longer than I lived with my mom, which is a crazy thought. So likely he knows me more than she did, or at least, the adult me. But there’s something about that mother/child relationship that is unique. I miss her uniquely.