Alright, so I am going to be a 37-year-old person tomorrow. Big deal. It’s just a number and according to my son, I still look like a 45-years old so what more could a girl want.
Well, what I really, really, really want this year and every year to come is a gift that monetarily costs nothing and would validate every ounce of who I am. It was asked of me when I was child and I like to think I delivered.
Let me explain.
Growing up, I asked my mother what she would like for her birthday. And each year she would say the same – be good. I hated this request and would resent my mother for not asking for something like perfume or flowers or jewelry. It wasn’t until I was much older, with a paying after-school job, that I was able to buy her little things. I’d like to think in the end, I gave her the gift of “being good” – except for maybe a year or two through my adolescent and college years.
Fast forward to now: My very own children now ask the same of me. “Mommy, what would like for your birthday?”
Without a second thought, I simply stated, “Being Good is all the gift I need.”
Shit. No sooner had the words left my lips did I cringe in horror. Is turning age 37 the year we turn into our mothers?
Well, luckily, my son indicated it’s just not possible to “be good“.
“What if I tell Daddy to buy you a new car? I don’t want to touch my piggy bank”, he said.
The truth is, there is really nothing I want other than to know that I am doing a good job raising my children. I would like to think I am raising decent, caring human beings who will one day be adults who contribute to society in a positive way.
So I changed my approach and asked, “What about trying to be the best you can be AND some seeds to plant in our garden this coming Spring.”
Little Man seemed to like this idea. He said he would get Daddy to buy seeds and promised to be the best he could be……”but please remind me because I will forget.”
So on the cusp of turning another year older, I look forward to what life will bring and hope that I can be a good enough Mother to have good kids.
…Oh and as for what my Mother is currently asking for – Gift certificates to restaurants, clothing stores, spas and Broadway Plays. Apparently, she is making up for lost time.
…Oh and to my husband who may be reading this – this post doesn’t really apply to you. I really really really really want to go to London.