It’s my birthday…yay…Getting a lot of birthday texts and phone calls. Jorden was great and did a countdown on his phone last night to midnight so he could wish me happy birthday, the best day of my life he said. And I got a very nice card under my pillow from the boys who are now Phil, Jorden and Sam(the dog), as opposed to Jim and Zach. Should I read into the fact that I’ve always been surrounded by boys? Probably why I was so sad to see Zenah go the other day, finally a girl. But boys are nice too.
Speaking of boys, I miss mine extra more today (yes I know that’s not proper grammar but I like it). Everyone that knows me knows that my birthday has traditionally been my favorite day of the year (besides Christmas morning…oh and Mother’s Day). I have always taken the day off from work and forced my boys to spend the day with me. There were some bad birthday years until I made the decision to take control put my foot down and declare “boys, you are spending the day with me, mandatory, and you have to do what I want!” In the beginning they would whine about me dragging them to the Arts Festival, in later years it’s been a day to look forward to. Of course not every year was Arts Festival worthy due to weather. Those years we would end up at the movies. That’s how I fell in love with Thor. I remember the year Zachary said he was taking me to that movie for my birthday. I was very skeptical at the choice for “my” birthday, but figured it’s something he likes so I’ll go along cause it’s time with him. Turns out Thor is my favorite movie of all time. Okay ONE of my favorite movies of all time but still (up there with Titanic, Gladiator and Close Encounters of the 3rd Kind). My boy(s) know me. That particular boy for sure.
But as sad as I am not to be with them this year I look forward to a new tradition of celebrating. So far it’s going to be filing, not a great start but still needs done. Phil is taking me to dinner with a couple of his kids to a restaurant of my choice (Rumbas) so that will be lovely and I will probably get Jorden used to being dragged around with me to do whatever it is I can make him do. Onto corrupting another family with art festivals and spending time with me. Today it might just be a Yogurt store stop. Better start slowly. He just mentioned he wanted to go to this place called Mosi. Said it’s like the Carnegie Science Center. Maybe it won’t be so hard to corrupt him after all.
One thing that has changed for sure is parenting/childcare after 50. Following is the dialogue from the beach yesterday. As we are walking in barely knee deep water:
Jorden: Did you know that most shark attacks occur in shallow water? Me: Thanks for that. Don’t get bit. Don’t drown.
Jorden: You okay? Me: ooch ouch ouch Yea, just stepping on rocks Jorden: Want my sandals? (that I was smart enough to wear in, and will sacrifice my feet for your comfort?) Me: Yes
Jorden: You okay? Me: (gurgle gulp) Yea, just lost my glasses, got em
Jorden: You okay? Me: (ahhh, gurgle gulp) yea, just lost your shoe…got it
Me: Jorden I’m going in to sit on the towel. Don’t drown. Jorden: ok
But that was parenting/childcare when I was 55. Now I’m 56. I’m going to give him the keys to the car, a pillow to reach the pedals, a beer and a pack of smokes. Tell him to come home whenever he feels like it.
Pictures below of beach yesterday and one from an Arts Festivals in years past. I have other pictures with my kids and the one with the fake Diane Hess from past years but I can NEVER find what I want on this stupid computer when I want to find them. They’ll show up at some point and I’ll post randomly. Thanks Di for telling me it’s raining there today.