Birthdays

I turned 35 on Monday.  Same day as Thanksgiving.  My father said, “So now you’re middle aged.”  I laughed and said, “A-ha you have middle-aged children.”   I don’t feel middle aged, not that I know what it is supposed to feel like, but I assumed I wouldn’t get zits anymore, or cold sores.  I thought I would feel much older and secure than I do. I thought I would know what to do and what comes next.  Lies.

Everytime it is my birthday I begin to think of my mother.  The connection is obvious.  I think we should change things and on your birthday you should give gifts to others.  Especially your mom.

I came across this on Postsecret and started quietly crying at work.  I miss her so much.

Hey Cancer!

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