This is the last Friday that I’m 40. My birthday is Monday and I’m partially psyched.
I always love my birthday, and wax rhapsodic about it. But a MONDAY birthday? Eh. That’s like having a colonoscopy on your wedding day. “Don’t worry, sweetie! You’ll get the bad stuff out of the way in the morning and then you can celebrate in the evening.” Please.
I imagine it’s worse now for the little kids. At least when I was a child parents were allowed to bring in cupcakes, candies or other assorted birthday treats. For awhile there–from about third to fifth grade–it started to turn into one of those Mother One-Upmanship deals where all the moms tried to prove to the others that they were the coolest by bringing the most inventive treat. Man, was that awesome! Cupcakes baked into icecream cones, tiny baskets made of rice krispie treats and filled with candy…it was a child’s paradise. Now I hear that those sorts of things are banned by the health patrol (what a fascist state this is turning into) so any kid with a Monday birthday is just left with a Monday birthday.
I’ve begun to infer from the culture around me that it is appropriate to make up new rules about one’s birthday once one turns 40. Some people stop celebrating them, which is sort of like refusing to take a shower because of your water bill. Other people refuse to acknowledge their actual age, thinking it cute to say they are “39 PLUS!” Man, I fought all my childhood to be grown-up. I think it’s a cheat to turn my back on adulthood now. I love being 40, almost 41. Granted there are times where I am shocked at the thought of how little time I have left, but I figure what the heck. It goes down easier if you celebrate. Anyway, the rule I made–and I think I may have said this before–is to always celebrate on Memorial Day weekend now. It’s always right there rubbing shoulders against my birthday anyway. Depending on how the calendar falls it sometimes IS my actual birthday. So I’m embracing the national holiday as a chance to Memorial my Birthday and not being so bummed about this Monday Birthday deal.
I also need to warn you all who know me about next year. Next year is the big birthday and I intend to celebrate it in monumental style. It’s my 42nd and we will be having a gigantic Don’t Panic! She’s Mostly Harmless! Meaning of it All Celebration. Save the date now, friends.