Remembering That October 5th Is My Birthday
As far as divorces go, mine was as civil and respectful as they can get, even though my life was being turned upside down and inside out. I was relatively new to Arizona with most of this time spent indoors and keeping to myself, being pregnant with my youngest child. I had a great group of neighbors and a few doctor's wives that I had started to get acquainted....that was it.
After the divorce, there was a brief period of time when I stayed home with the kids and my adult conversations consisted of talking to the pool man and the Domino's pizza delivery person. It's bad when your pool guy sits you down and says, "you know my schedule better than I do......I think it's time to get out into the working world and expand your horizons".....
October rolled around and I was fitting in comfortably in my new work and babysitter arrangements. October 5th was no different than other days....I raced around, got the kids to school and set up the nanny with my daughter. I drove to work arriving five minutes late. I skip lunch so that I may leave a few minutes early to see the kids that I was missing terribly. I relieve the nanny and head back to the boy's bathroom where yet another pair of undies have been flushed down the toilet.
The phone rings and it's my sister....and she is singing 'Happy Birthday' to me and all of a sudden I realize that I completely forgot my own birthday. No one at work knew when my birthday was, no neighbor probably knew it was my special day and the kids were too young to know of such dates. But, as I was talking to my sister, I realized that the kids should know and how was I going to tell them in a responsible way. I got off the phone and broke into tears.
Exactly what happened next is very fuzzy but I think I called DJ, my wonderful next door neighbor, and told her my predicament. Then, I think she came over and when I was back in my room changing and taking a shower, she helped the kids make homemade cards for me. She would take care of me like that on numerous occasions in that first crazy year of being divorced. (Remind me to tell you about stripping down to nothing in her front yard after walking a babysitter home one night!).
Anyway, when I returned to the kitchen, the kids sang Happy Birthday to me with big smiles on their faces. They each handed me their beautiful homemade cards and gave me big hugs and kisses.......a Mother's favorite gift of all. It was important to our family to celebrate at this crazy time in our lives.
Today, like every birthday since that crazy day, I look back and laugh. This, of course, would never happen now....my Facebook friends would remind me and there's probable even an app on my phone to remind me of important dates. But I will forever to be thankful and have always been blessed to be surrounded with good people and family.