Tuesday, January 31, 2006

Happy Birthday to Me

A few years ago, my twin sister and I were looking at some childhood photos with our teenaged nieces, W and T. T showed Katy this picture and asked her, "Which one is you?" Katy said, "That's Kristy on the left, so that is me." I asked her why she had said it that way and she told me that it was because, in the pictures from our formative years, she never knows which one she is but she always knows which one is me. I told her that I could never tell which one was me, but I could pick her out from 20 paces. Since then, I always think of that when I see this picture.

I've always been curious about those people who refuse to celebrate or even acknowledge their birthdays. I don't understand it. I love my birthday.

And I love growing older and I love the wisdom of age - of all ages.

The giddy excitement I felt when turning 10 and entering the "double digits" ... the joy of being 16 and driving for the first time ... 18 and the first lottery ticket ... 21 and, well, just being 21....of being 25 and knowing you can rent a car without the ridiculous inflated rates...of being 27 and not the youngest person in your office anymore ... being in your "mid-30s" ... of being 50 and knowing that your life has spanned half a century ... the wisdom that comes with growing older and seeing the world through aged and knowing eyes. . . .

Like my oldest sister, who told me recently that she is a little thrilled to be able to say "I am nearly 40 years old and I am not going to put up with this crap anymore...."

The joy of my lovely mother, who is secretly pleased, I'm sure, when people are surprised to learn that she is 64....

Some people say age is irrelevant or age is just a number. Me, I think age is like a badge of honor. Don't be afraid of how old you are. Someone asked my grandfather once what it was like to be old (he was in his 80s at the time) and he said that it is "better than the alternative". I've always like that.

They say that it is impolite to ask a lady's age. I have been blessed in my life to know many, many women who embrace their age - whatever that might be - and are proud to say, "I am ...." pick a number. I guess the only reason to be ashamed of your age would be if you were squandering the years. And that is one think I never intend to do.

So -

Happy 29th birthday to my twin sister Katy - and to me!!!

7 comments:

Laura said...

HAPPY BIRTHDAY Kristy and Katy!! Have a wonderful day and a fabulous year. I know it won't be squandered.

Love the twin picture. :)

Rhett said...

Happy Birthday Kristy and to Katy as well! :)

amandamonkey said...

Happy Birthday!!!

You know, now that I'm on the other side of 30, I must say I'm happier and more centered than ever. I'm quite pleased to have left the crazy 20s behind.

margene said...

You are so right about age. Welcome to your best years!

Tactless Wonder said...

Happy Birthday!

I felt weird turning 30, simply because it was 30 and I was living in Hawai'i and felt a very long way from "home" (LA of all places). I'm 32 this year come March, and don't have any heebie-jeebies. Come 40? I dunno, maybe it's a decade thing, cuz I felt weird at 10 and 20 too :).

Emma said...

*H*A*P*P*Y* *B*I*R*T*H*D*A*Y* !

The perfect attitude to aging. :0)

Stephanie said...

Happy birthday!!