Yeah, second post today but GET THIS
My eldest sister just called to wish me a happy birthday. She said 'I couldn't remember if you celebrate on the 1st or the 3rd so I'm calling today on the second!'
Let me explain this:
I think I've mentioned. When my dad brought me to Calif he changed my birthday in order to get me into 1st grade before the cutoff - so that he could have control of me from my mother in Fla, so that I was in school and not needing daycare, so that HIS life worked for him. HE CHANGED MY BIRTHDAY. It was a big deal, they made it a big deal, and all these years later my eldest sister is still confused. (They also didn't like calling me Casey, I had to go by Kathy for a while (I guess until they gave up since I probably told everyone my name was Casey when they asked, because I WAS FUCKING 5/6 YRS OLD) I mean, it was only from the 3rd to the 1st - what's the problem, right? confused the everloving crap out of me.
SO all these years later, I am now 54 (tomorrow) and my own sister cannot remember which day I celebrate. But she knew what day I was actually BORN - I mean, do you get that? (to be fair I cannot remember all of their birthdays either, I know the month but not the exact day. But she remembers enough to be confused by it still).
It's just mind-blowing what they take away from you in order to make their lives easier. My birthday, AND my name. Not to mention my mother, my aunt, my home, my brother - *poof* all gone because it didn't fit the image.
And oddly enough, or maybe not odd because all the great things happening lately, this is just sort of a period at the end of a sentence about my childhood. It really did happen. People DO remember. And it really doesn't matter anymore! She called, and I love her for remembering my day and for making the effort.
And that is a good start to the last 3rd of my life!