Daily Prompt: First
Tell about your first day at something — your first day of school, first day of work, first day living on your own, first day blogging, first day as a parent, whatever.
Today is the first time I am wishing myself a Happy Birthday.
I have never done this before. Usually a week earlier I remember my birth date is coming up. Then I forget about it.
My husband was not the type who remembered birthdays or anniversaries. On my wedding anniversaries I would try to remind him so that I could get a present out of him. (I am embarrassed, HeHe). He would say, “Go buy yourself a present, whatever you want.” This reply would dampen my spirits to no end.
Tell me, “What is the fun in getting yourself a present?”
In the beginning I naively reminded him about my birth date ….. the all important 30th Oct.
What he would do? Let me tell you.
He would add 10 to 20 years (depending upon his mood) to my age and then the flood of jokes would open. I don’t joke with people about their ages. His jokes would rile me and I would be wishing myself miles away.
My children remember my birthday date, my daughter more than my son. Every year she would remind me on my birthday how old I was. After a certain time you don’t want to remember how old you are getting every year. Finally at age thirty seven I stopped her from telling me the milestones I was gathering.
Today is the first time in fifteen years, a long time I can say, my son and I are under the same roof on my birthday.
When I went down to get myself a glass of cold water, my son was saying his morning prayer. When he finished he came towards me, a smile lighting his face. He hugged me wishing me a Happy Birthday.