Today is my birthday.
I don't enjoy my birthday anymore. I keep it very quiet and hate the fanfare of people wishing me the best and handing me cards and little presents. I hate the flood of messages on my Facebook page, and I just dislike the attention in general.
A far cry to the woman I used to be. Just 5 years ago, I would have made the biggest deal about my birthday and made sure the world knew it was MY day.
But as the years have gone by, I have started having anxiety about it. This year has been no different and I have been dreading it since one of the Reasons first told me it was fast approaching.
Yes, my kids remember. Every. Single. Year.
Without a reminder from an adult.
You see, I once told them a story. Many many years ago.
I was born under a tree. A great big beautiful old tree that didn't have leaves. It was in fact, a purple tree. Soft bell shaped purple flowers delicately covered the tree. And every year, the purple tree blooms to mark the day of my birth.
As soon as the Five Little Reasons see the first hint of the blooming Jacaranda trees, they will remember and whisper, "It is your birthday soon Mama". And I smile. I cherish the joy that my birth has given them.
So today, I am having a quiet reflection day. I was born. And that means so much.
I don't need the attention. I don't need to be showered with gifts. I am one very blessed woman... who is very grateful.
Grateful for so many things.
Grateful for my birth.