So you’re a little bit older and a lot less bolder than you used to be” sings Bob Seger; one of my favorites from the 60’s! I’m proud to say I sang and danced to rock and roll all through MY 60’s….just as Rock and Roll Never Forgets; neither have I! My family is used to rock songs blasting in my car; or being coaxed to dance with me when it’s played at a concert, theater or store aisles.
But as I approach another birthday….another BIG ONE…I wonder if it’s time to grow up and stop acting like a sixty-something kid? I’ll be 70 this year…along with a dozen of my high school girlfriends who’ve stayed close all these years. My first birthday without my husband; so I love and need the anticipation of celebrating with good friends!
My parents made our birthdays a grand and festive occasion. My siblings and I would dress in our Sunday best; and because we each shared our birth dates with a grandparent…. it was even more special! As we grew older, our grandmothers took us shopping for new clothes (as I now do with my older grand girls!). On my 13th, I had a party with both boys and girls…..and listened to rock and roll of course! I was thrilled to receive gifts of single dollar bills; at the time it seemed like a million bucks!
I find great joy in celebrating others’ special day as well! As soon as the first grandchild came along, I started celebrating Half Birthdays! It worked out well with the older two as their days are exactly six months apart. The three younger ones have winter birthdays…….too long to wait till next one! So Grandma makes sure there’s a spring time celebration for them. When our kids were young, we posted signs around the house with photos and proclamations of how awesome they were……..a tradition they carry on now with their children. While my folks were still living, they called each grandchild and great-grandchild to sing Happy Birthday over the phone. My Mom would send cards with money in the amount of how old they were…..something I wish I still did. I love giving wrapped gifts!
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