Happy Birthday to me! February 4, 2018!

I have learned what it is like to be born on Christmas day--everyone is celebrating, but none of the celebrating is for you.   Having a birthday on the same day the Eagles are playing in the Super Bowl is exactly the same.  Everyone is really happy, but none of it is directed at it being your birthday.

Which is okay for me.  I was never much for celebrating my birthday.  It was definitely not a big thing when I was growing up.  I think we would get a cake, and that was it.  No cards, and definitely no gifts. Giving your child a gift for his or her birthday was a foreign concept for my father.  

And I really don't give like real "gifts" to my children for their birthdays, either (Christmas is an entirely different story.)   Instead, I would hold large parties where they invited their whole class, or as they got older, I would send them off to expensive colleges.   I didn't get either of those, either. 

I came down this morning, and my children had created a Happy Birthday Mom shrine over my computer area.  There were all these lovely sayings  that they had printed out nicely from the computer, like "You've been with us every step of the way", and , "It's thanks to you that we are who we are.", and "And because of you, oh the places we'll go."    Very nice.   And there were all these photos of my children as babies, and then one of all of them with me in various stages of their lives.    It was really nice.  

Later tonight we are going to a friend's house for a small Super Bowl gathering, and that will be my birthday, which all in all is a really great birthday, even if the Eagles aren't the final champions (which I want most of all because I really like Nick Foles.)