It was my oldest daughter's birthday the other day. She turned nine. Nine? I thought to myself. I remember my ninth birthday. It was a sleep over with my cousin, a friend from my new Christian school and old friend from down the street. I remember it being an awkward night of me trying to play with these three girls that had never met.
I remember my tenth birthday. I had a party after school with some of my friends. I got a Strawberry Shortcake comb and brush set. My mom still has it to this day.
I remember when I turned 12 and we went to Chuck E. Cheese's. I was terrified of the person dressed up in that costume and I hid under the tablefrom him. I made my friend, also named Julie, go to the front to get the birthday spanking from Chuck.
When I was 13, Mrs. Greene made a cake shaped like a telephone for me. It was so cool. It was pink just like the pink phone my parents gave me. We had a concert that night at school and we had to hurry.
I remember my sixteenth birthday party. It was a double party with my boyfriend at the time. Our birthdays were just 2 days apart. His mom gave me a necklace from Avon. I just recently sold it at a garage sale.
Some birthdays I just don't remember at all. What happened on my fourteenth birthday? I know my mom did something to make it special, but I can't remember what.
Maybe Emma will remember her ninth birthday . I wonder if she will remember the good parts or the bad. Will she remember the presents? The Cake? Or the fact that some family members didn't show up for the party? Will she remember shopping with Grandma and Papa? Or the fit she had in the morning and got in trouble for. Maybe she will remember Claire lost her tooth.
In 25 years she will be my age. I hope she can look back on her birthdays and remember not just the cake and the presents. But that she will remember, like I do, all the fun times and love that her family has for her.
Happy birthday, Emma.
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I don't have kids but I think about this kind of stuff when I see kids in the neighborhood. I recently saw two boys, maybe around 6, racing each other down the block and the one kid kept winning and yelling "I won!" I wondered if the "loser" will look back and remember this afternoon, if it will turn out to be some kind of defining moment for him. I sure hope not.
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