How did I possibly forget? How in the world did I ever let it slip my mind that Saturday was my daughter’s anniversary? She and James celebrated their 17th anniversary and the day passed by without my even calling to wish them a happy anniversary. I felt just awful. Ironically, I had marked my calendar with their names, but I didn’t even remember to check my calendar.
It’s not the first time which makes me feel even worse. When my son was 9, I forgot his birthday until after dinner. And when my daughter was 14 she went off to school before I realized it was her birthday. What a terrible mother !!!
However, I do have a little consolation. When my ex-husband and I were married 4 years, my parents had not sent me an anniversary card. I didn’t think twice about it as cards in the mail sometimes do arrive late. But about 7:00 that evening while my ex-husband was still at work, there was a knock on the door. Lo and behold, I opened the door and there stood my parents. “Oh,” I exclaimed, “You came for my anniversary.” But the look on their face immediately told me their visit was a coincidence. They had forgotten it was my anniversary.
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Wednesday, June 17, 2009
Thursday, February 5, 2009
I FORGOT
I know the birth dates Feb 4th, and Mar 9th, as well as my own. Why wouldn’t I? They belong to my daughter and son. Why then, when I woke up yesterday morning did I not realize it was my daughter’s birthday. True, I woke early and rushed to get ready for my gym class at the university. Then after my class, I picked up my new glasses and stopped to get my hair trimmed. And when I got home, as always, I looked in the mirror and bemoaned how short the beautician had cut my hair. Nevertheless, how could I have forgotten the importance of the day.
And when my daughter called about 3:30 to say hello, I still had not remembered her birthday until she mentioned the birthday treats her co-workers brought to work. Mea Culpa!! I felt just terrible. And nothing, I mean nothing, can make up for forgetting a child’s most special day. She’s a wonderful daughter and often helps me with my website, www.FunnyPhotosContest.com a photo contest for cute or funny photos and photo captions. And so today I still feel terribly guilty and wonder how in the world I can make it up to her. It’s not much, but maybe I’ll send her an ecard just to let her know I’m thinking of her and love her so.
And when my daughter called about 3:30 to say hello, I still had not remembered her birthday until she mentioned the birthday treats her co-workers brought to work. Mea Culpa!! I felt just terrible. And nothing, I mean nothing, can make up for forgetting a child’s most special day. She’s a wonderful daughter and often helps me with my website, www.FunnyPhotosContest.com a photo contest for cute or funny photos and photo captions. And so today I still feel terribly guilty and wonder how in the world I can make it up to her. It’s not much, but maybe I’ll send her an ecard just to let her know I’m thinking of her and love her so.
Sunday, January 25, 2009
MY BIRTHDAY
Today’s my birthday, January 25th, and I’ll have no time to work on my website, www.FunnyPhotosContest.com for cute or funny photos and photo captions. A friend invited me out to lunch and I invited my daughter, son-in-law, and grandsons to eat dinner at my house tonight to celebrate both my birthday and my daughter’s on February 4th.
When I woke up this morning, I wondered if my son, who lives in Chicago, would call to wish me a happy birthday. Usually, I send him an email about a week before my birthday to remind him. But this year I decided, I would wait to see what would happen. However, my first thought upon waking this morning was not only that “Good grief…I’m 68 years old” but that my son and I share something in common. He was born in ’68. Of course, how can I let this coincidence pass without any comment? So, after my family finishes dinner, enjoys the birthday cake, and goes home for the evening, I will send my son an email. I’ll tell him the significance of the number 68 for both of us and yes in a devious way, I’ll be reminding him he forgot my birthday.
When I woke up this morning, I wondered if my son, who lives in Chicago, would call to wish me a happy birthday. Usually, I send him an email about a week before my birthday to remind him. But this year I decided, I would wait to see what would happen. However, my first thought upon waking this morning was not only that “Good grief…I’m 68 years old” but that my son and I share something in common. He was born in ’68. Of course, how can I let this coincidence pass without any comment? So, after my family finishes dinner, enjoys the birthday cake, and goes home for the evening, I will send my son an email. I’ll tell him the significance of the number 68 for both of us and yes in a devious way, I’ll be reminding him he forgot my birthday.
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