{"id":1145,"date":"2014-11-03T22:19:24","date_gmt":"2014-11-04T06:19:24","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/calirose.com\/blog\/?p=1145"},"modified":"2014-11-03T22:19:24","modified_gmt":"2014-11-04T06:19:24","slug":"funny-thing-about-birthdays","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/calirose.com\/wackyworld\/funny-thing-about-birthdays\/","title":{"rendered":"FUNNY THING ABOUT BIRTHDAYS…"},"content":{"rendered":"

It\u2019s a funny thing about birthdays\u2026<\/p>\n

Maybe we toot our horn and tear into a gift or two, as if it\u2019s all about us. But I think it\u2019s my mother who should be celebrating my birthday. After all she\u2019s the one who went into labor and was summarily drugged out of her mind. She\u2019s the one who slept through the whole \u201cbirth thing\u201d but did wake up in time to find a newborn lying on her belly looking for food. In those days the baby bottle was the preferred nutritional delivery system, so mom learned how to hold a baby bottle.<\/p>\n

\"\"<\/a>Of course I don\u2019t remember a thing about that November morning. It\u2019s all hearsay and I\u2019m taking other people\u2019s word that this stuff actually happened. Funny thing huh? Apparently a new ritual began exactly one year later when the family celebrated my 1st birthday with cake and singing. I don\u2019t remember that either. Which makes me sad because I love cake. And singing.<\/p>\n

I visit my ninety-two year old mother this morning after her exciting weekend of falls and a visit from the paramedics. The caregiver can\u2019t lift her off the floor. A phalanx of husky, handsome men in thick uniforms appear at the door. Once they get mom upright, she comes alive and flirts ferociously. This is a woman who loves to be the center of attention, no matter what, and having seven medical men hover, check her vital signs and ask personal questions, aw gee, this has gotta be heaven. Soon we realize she is dazed but unhurt. The paramedics zoom off on another call and mom is tucked back into bed. Within minutes she will forget what happened. Thankfully she\u2019s okay. For now. But as you know,\u00a0you don\u2019t know.<\/em>\u00a0You never know. We ride the rollercoaster and hang on.<\/p>\n

\"\"<\/a>My mother does not remember my birthday and I\u2019ve quit reminding her because when I do, she says \u201coh it\u2019s just another day\u201d and changes the subject. Ouch. Just a wee bit dismissive, don\u2019t you think? Then again, it\u2019s true. This IS just another day.<\/p>\n

But\u2026<\/p>\n

Of course there is a BUT. I am here. You are here. That is reason enough to celebrate because someday that won\u2019t be the case. But why wait for the\u00a0one day a year<\/em>\u00a0called \u201cbirthday\u201d to acknowledge the passage of time? Why wait to say, or think, or write, or text or tweet \u201cthank you?\u201d\u00a0Thank you<\/em>\u00a0for this precious moment.<\/p>\n

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Mom and I celebrating her 90th Birthday, two years ago<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n

My mother loses a little more of her story every day. The people she once loved or hated with a vengeance that terrified me, they are disappearing\u2014slowly\u2014into a deep gray mist. The television is the centerpiece of her world now. Turner Classic Movies and CNN. She laughs a lot.<\/p>\n

So Happy Birthday to all of us. Every single day!<\/p>\n

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It\u2019s a funny thing about birthdays\u2026 Maybe we toot our horn and tear into a gift or two, as if it\u2019s all about us. But I think it\u2019s my mother who should be celebrating my birthday. After all she\u2019s the one who went into labor and was summarily drugged out of her mind. She\u2019s the one who slept through the whole \u201cbirth thing\u201d but did wake up in time to find a newborn lying on her belly looking for food. … Read More<\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":3,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_seopress_robots_primary_cat":"","_seopress_titles_title":"","_seopress_titles_desc":"","_seopress_robots_index":"","kt_blocks_editor_width":"","_kad_blocks_custom_css":"","_kad_blocks_head_custom_js":"","_kad_blocks_body_custom_js":"","_kad_blocks_footer_custom_js":"","footnotes":""},"categories":[2],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-1145","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-blogentry"],"taxonomy_info":{"category":[{"value":2,"label":"blog entry"}]},"featured_image_src_large":false,"author_info":{"display_name":"Cali Rose","author_link":"https:\/\/calirose.com\/wackyworld\/author\/crbauthor\/"},"comment_info":2,"category_info":[{"term_id":2,"name":"blog entry","slug":"blogentry","term_group":0,"term_taxonomy_id":2,"taxonomy":"category","description":"","parent":0,"count":138,"filter":"raw","cat_ID":2,"category_count":138,"category_description":"","cat_name":"blog entry","category_nicename":"blogentry","category_parent":0}],"tag_info":false,"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/calirose.com\/wackyworld\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1145","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/calirose.com\/wackyworld\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/calirose.com\/wackyworld\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/calirose.com\/wackyworld\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/3"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/calirose.com\/wackyworld\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=1145"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/calirose.com\/wackyworld\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1145\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/calirose.com\/wackyworld\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=1145"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/calirose.com\/wackyworld\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=1145"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/calirose.com\/wackyworld\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=1145"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}