Having a birthday in early June is a matter of bad timing.
I don’t blame my parents (it’s a tad late for that), but for those of you who may now be considering an attempt to conceive a child this coming September for a planned early June arrival, I have these words of advice: “Don’t do it.”
June 2 is the date of my birth. It has not been an optimal one, unfortunately coinciding over the years with many seemingly more important life cycle events belonging to other people.
I have attended many special events on June 2. Instead of having the sole focus on that auspicious date be on ME and MY birthday (“ME” and “MY” are two current favorite words, in high rotation in the vocabulary of my three-year-old grandson), I have frequently pretended to be happy at someone else’s celebration.
High School graduations, College graduations, anniversary parties, weddings, Bar/Bat Mitzvahs, end-of-school-year dinners, baby showers, engagement events. All held on the popular early summer date of June 2.
And fyi, if you are a guest at a friend’s big event, it is not considered polite to remark in the middle of their festivities – “Oh, by the way, it’s my birthday today.”
No one will care. Instead you have to suck it up and act as if it is their special day alone.
Besides having had to share my birthday more times than I would like, I also have not had good luck with the date itself.
Early June is a busy time. The school year is ending. The summer is starting. Everyone is preoccupied with their own concerns. One year when I was in high school, the only birthday card I received in the mail was from my grandmother. And she spelled my name incorrectly.
(This is true, not because she had dementia at that point in her life, but because I am one of seven grand-daughters all closely clustered in age. So if I received a small, but welcome, birthday check in the mail from my mother’s mother, I was told to endorse it, even it was made out to another of my first cousins.)
At least my grandmother remembered. Unlike some of my other here-unnamed friends and family members who are pretty sure that my birthday falls in early June, even if they cannot quite remember the exact date.
Here it is for you: June 2. And it is going to be a BIG one this year —> 65.
- The Medicare Year.
- The Year Your Mail is Flooded With Annuity Retirement Fund Brochures.
- The Year You Can No Longer Pretend You are Still Middle-Aged.
- The Year You Have to Stop Saying – “Oh, I’m in my early sixties.” Because You Are Not. You are now half-way to 70.
Which is fine with me. Because as my Dad likes to say (especially now in his still-early-90’s), better to have a birthday than not.
Earlier this week my Dad’s best friend died. His friend was a brilliant, caring man, a highly respected doctor in my hometown. He was 91 and sure you can say that he lived to a “ripe old age”, but for him and likely for my Dad, his death came too soon. My Dad, who is far better with words of legal origin than of emotional weight, cannot bring himself to express his sadness. But he did tell me that with this recent death all of his male pals are now gone. He is the only one left.
All the more reason to celebrate birthdays while you still have them to celebrate. Not to let people forget how important it is to remember that you are still alive, that you still appreciate a carefully-selected card, perhaps a slice of cheese cake with a single candle and a clever email greeting or two.
(Let me state here for the record my firmly held belief that posting a breezy “Happy Birthday” on Facebook after you have been reminded it is a friend’s birthday does not count. Full credit is awarded ONLY if you remember the person’s birthday of your own accord without a social media prompt.)
And if you are close enough to me that you are considering the purchase of a gift this year, please know that I already have a drawer full of highly-effective, collagen-building, “youth-preserving” skin moisturizers. Do try to be a bit more imaginative in the present department. Not every 65-year-old woman will gracefully accept the subtle reminder of yet another new anti-aging cream.
But we will gracefully accept being remembered on our birthdays.
On the exact date, if possible. Thank you in advance.