Which of your birthdays were especially significant to you? When you turned 8, 12, 15, 16, 18, maybe 21? What do you remember about those special days?
I remember a few of my birthdays as I was growing up. I remember turning 8 and getting my own scriptures with my name son the overs, as well as a locking diary. The scriptures were nice, but that diary with a lock!! How cool was that?!?
I recall my 9th birthday because my parents were building a big shop just below the house and the cement flooring was done and the walls were up. It was a huge cavernous building--and for my birthday that year we had a roller skating party in the shop. So cool!!
Becoming 13 I thought was fun because I was an official teenager, but I don't remember much about the day itself.
The next big birthday I remember vividly was when I turned 18. I was working at the fabric store then, and on my birthday my boyfriend at the time brought me a HUGE bouquet of red roses to the store where I was working. The other girls thought that was pretty impressive. I was both impressed and embarrassed--as I am not a big center-of-attention-because-of-gifts kind of person. But it was memorable.
After that, they kind of blur together, but I do recall feeling really lousy about turning 25. Like that was the start of getting old. If I only knew then what old really feels like! HAHAHA
Then I turned 26 just 3 days after The Girl was born, and after that it hasn't mattered about my birthdays as much as the kids' birthdays. I guess that is the way of parenting.
However, I turned 33 and the kids were old enough to realize the "mom had an age". Then I was 33 to them for about 10 years. I thought that was hilarious.
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