It was a birthday week! Yes, mine was included but it seemed to me that I was surrounded by birthdays. It’s easy on Facebook. “They” tell you when it’s someone’s birthday. There is an email reminder the week before of whose birthdays are coming and then a daily update. I counted: in the month of March, I had ten Facebook “friends” with birthdays. It’s a great system – no stamps required. I received approximately thirty-six “happy birthday” greetings on Facebook. How fun is that! I got to thinking about the rest of my friends and family and counted another eleven birthdays in the same month. Three of us shared my birthday. March was quite a busy month – lots of celebrating and honoring those I love and care about. And certainly I’m not minimizing the fact that my own love box was filled and overflowing by my dear friends and family.
I reflect on years past. I love celebrating others. When my kids were little, I made sure when they woke up on their special day that the floor of their room was covered in balloons. My son and daughter-in-law have picked the tender age of seven for a major celebration. I mean BiG celebrating. No two alike. They’ve had three of their kids pass their 7th birthday. I can’t wait to see what they do with the fourth! Over the years I’ve given my hubby a couple of big birthday bashes when it was a milestone year. Last year one was thrown in my honor for my milestone birthday. We surprised my step-daughter in South Carolina last year for her birthday. We gave my mother a BiG party last year for her 90th.
Speaking of my mother, her birthday falls on Halloween. When I was growing up, she was never taken out for her birthday because it was Halloween and the neighbor kids would be coming by. She couldn’t miss that! I cannot tell you how many of the kids would remember to wish her a happy birthday as they gathered treats from her. This happened year after year. She was happier than they were by the end of the night.
A birthday is one’s own special day. That cannot be taken away. Ok, I do share my special day with two friends, but one is two years younger and the other, thirty years younger. So MY day is still MY day. And I have another reason to celebrate: I was born on Easter.
That’s a special honor I don’t make light of. My mother was certainly happy that day. After two sons, she was happy to have a girl – and the beautiful Easter Lilies from church.
Easter is a time of new life, new birth, new beginning. It is the celebration of the resurrection of my Lord and Savior. It is a personal reminder to me to focus my honor and celebration where it belongs – because the stone has been rolled away . . . for me.
“…just as Christ was raised from the dead by the glory of the Father,
we too might walk in newness of life.” Romans 6:4