Since
it is my birthday today, I thought I would share some
memorable moments in my life, some big, some small.
Favorite birthday? It wasn’t mine, but since it was
my sons, and I gave birth to him, I think it counts. For his second birthday I
bought him, The Birthday Bird by Dr. Seuss.
My daughter, who’s seventeen months
older than him, was much more invested in the book than he was. My husband was
reading the book to the kids, just after dinner, and when he got to the
following line:
“Then,
the moment the Horn’s happy honk honk is heard,
Comes
a fluttering flap flap. And then comes THE BIRD!”
we howled! In sync, both of us
had the image of being the recipients of a rude gesture. Our children looked at us
in confusion as we struggled to get ourselves under control. Phew! When we
finally did, a few pages later Dr. Seuss mentions how on your special day the
bird arrives and off you go to Katroo.
Well, our daughter was beside herself in glee! Had
we been to Katroo? What did we do? Did we do all things promised in this book,
did we fly, did we soar, did we cook?
Still in quite a silly mood from “THE BIRD”
incident, my husband wove an elaborate tale about his trip to Katroo. Her eyes
were riveted on him. In all the discussion of the celebrations and amazingness
of Katroo, it occurred to our three and a half year old that her brother hadn’t
been Katroo that day. A few minutes later, after more weaving of tales, we convinced her that because there are so many children, you only get to go once. Her dad
had been, but I had not. She asked me when I thought my turn would come. I
shrugged, wanting to convey a certain ‘je ne sais quoi’ about the experience. I
needed to buy us some time.
I knew this beautiful girl was going to ask me every
birthday for the next five or so years when her turn would be… I must report
that she figured it out, shared the news with her brother, and as I expected, they
were more than a little bummed.
Wouldn’t it be great if it were true? That a
technicolor bird showed up, flew you to some fantastical land where all your
favorite foods waited for you, after being welcomed by trumpets!
So… what song heralded me in that day? Barry McGuire’s,
Eve of Destruction was at to the top of the charts. I kid you not. I just
watched the video on YouTube and it is just too sad and awful to post. Suffice
it to say that the Vietnam War was taking place, on the news, and on the minds
of everyone in the world. Since I don’t want to think of that, I will choose
one of my own. Tell me if you think I made a good replacement! When I think of how people were responding to the world then, the evolution amazes me. Are things perfect? No. But, better in some respects. I love what this song conveys.
Who do I share my birthday with? Confucius, Herman Melville, Georges Clemenceau, Mira Sorvino, Gwenyth Paltrow, Ed Sullivan, Marcello Matstroianni, Bridget Bardot and Janeane Garofolo, to name a few. I think that is an excellent assortment of fine individuals – now I can imagine all of us, scattered across the world (and throughout time) blowing birthday candles out!
What was my favorite childhood TV show? Hands down,
Family Ties.
But, before they had a fourth child. I got completely confused at that point.
Who/What did I think I would be when I grew up? I was never one of those people who understood certainty, I perceive(d) life as a series of experiences. Somehow I understood that I would be many things. As Ferris Bueller said, “Life moves pretty fast…” so I hold on tightly
to the tilt-a-whirl of life and take things in and add them
to the kaleidoscope of experiences. Including my daughters vision of birthdays. Life is often as colorful as the world of Katroo, and when it's not, I feel like I am in a different
Dr. Seuss book.
What piece of advice can I offer? Read The Birthday
Bird, because it reminds us of how we should herald in our birthdays, then read
The Places You’ll Go, because no matter hold old you get, you are on your way
to somewhere.
Happy Birthday to me, and thanks for reading!
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