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Birthday to Me! * 1/14/02 - It's my birthday. A very special day of the year. I didn't always think so, back when my self esteem was low, and I was very self-destructive. I wondered why people were so gung-ho about celebrating their lives, when mine seemed so pathetic. A celebratory friend told me it was his day, the day he was born, so it was worth celebrating. I didn't get it. I was always depressed around my birthday, and it wasn't because of the brutal northern New England winters, either. I simply did not think my life was worth a mention. As I worked my way through years of counseling and began to realize my self-worth, I began a ritual of celebrating my day. I made a huge deal of this special day with large parties back in my partying days. When I turned 30 on a Saturday, I celebrated with various friends all weekend long. Birth weekend, I called it. For the last several years, I have taken my kids and myself to our favorite restaurant with our favorite friends. This year I am in the mood to be quiet. I am going to pamper myself today, and all I ask of my kids is for crystal clean behavior. I'd be happy to cook a nice meal tonight at home if I could get some cooperation from them, in the form of helping out and not bickering. I ask my kids for this gift twice a year. The other occasion is Mother's Day. I think that, being a single mom, I am entitled to *at least* two days a year of near-perfect behavior. I deserve it, and I am worth it. Aren't you? Today is one special day of the year, and I am going to do what I feel like doing. I'm staying home, writing, taking the dog for a walk, watching a movie. No laundry or dishes, no errands, no stress about everyday doings. I can put that off until tomorrow! This is my day. What is your ideal birthday celebration? How can you create it?
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was so surprised at being born that I didn't speak for a year and a half."
Gracie Allen
