my birthday

Thoughts on 28

Yesterday I woke up on the wrong side of the twenties.

Thirty is so close it’s practically breathing down my neck.  And I realized this is the first decade I’ve lived in that I haven’t been anxious to leave.

And then I cried.

Well, not really.  MG took care of that for me.

Mama birthdays are so different.  March 1 happened to be the only day of the whole year that Daddy had to work until 9:30pm.  Baby’s getting more teeth (either that or I’m going crazy or maybe that is going to make me go crazy-arghagharrgh) and woke up unmistakeably unhappy at 7am.  (But before you start to feel sorry for me, know that Daddy took the day off today!  Which means Mama gets the day off today!!  AND he  brought home breakfast. AND we’re going out to dinner.  Spoiled indeed.)

If you could have asked me at 16 what I thought 28 would look like, I probably would have said “married, SAHM, with one or two kids.”  Check.

But I doubt I would have said that little kid is a little girl named MG

Who loves to get into Mama’s drawers

And who loves to play dress-up with the contents.

Who “reads” everything she can get her hands on

Who looks darling in shoes

And who sleeps in the funniest of positions.

Being a 28-year-old, married SAHM with one child also means that I don’t get to go to either John Mayer concerts this year (let’s just say something miraculous happened after I wrote that).  Or enjoy the harmonious voices of my students singing “Happy Birthday” to me.  Or go out for a night on the town with Daddy without setting up a babysitter, an MG dinner to go, a packed diaper bag, and a cell phone within easy reach.    I’m a full-grown adult now.  There’s no getting around it.

But I think I’m okay with that.

Besides, I found out that 28-year-olds get drop-in visits from friends

(which means that MG also got a drop–in visit from a friend)

And balloons on their mailbox

And enough texts, calls, emails, cards, Facetimes and Facebook notifications to make this Mama feel so very blessed.

So being an adult’s not so bad.  Besides, I never got a Marc Jacobs purse for my 16th birthday.  Or a shirt that I loved so  much that I had (accidentally) pinned it not once, but twice on Pinterest.
(source credit: Pinterest)

Spoiled indeed.  {Love you, babe!}

My life as a 28-year-old is exactly how I envisioned it at 16. I just didn’t know then what I know now:  The true in’s and out’s of being an adult are so much more AND less than I ever imagined.

There is definitely one thing in common between my 16-year-old and my 28-year-old birthday wishes:


And while I didn’t know this at 16, this 28-year-old, married, SAHM knows it now…
That the best kind of sugar in the world looks something more like this:

Here’s to year 28!


oh yeah, I forgot this was a LEAP YEAR?!”

I am always a little taken aback when this phrase comes up in conversation. You won’t hear that from me, mind you. Leap Year never, ever, ever catches me by surprise.

Why am I hyper-aware of this non-important-holiday-day?  Well, I guess that’s what happens when it is the day before your birthday.

Yep, that’s right, every time Leap Year rolls around, it means one thing: I have to wait an entire extra day for my birthday.

I was born on March 1, in a Leap Year.  I missed a Leap Day birthday by 8 hours and 14 minutes that much.

(So now can you guess how old I am..I’ll give you a clue: I’m still in my twenties. {But that’s all I’m saying. And I may be saying it for a few more Leap Year Birthdays too…but only as long as I can get away with it.})

I do  have to admit, every time Leap Year comes around, a little part of me still regrets that I wasn’t born on that day.  

Are you scoffing?  Most people do.

Followed by a variation of the following phrases:

You would only get your birthday once every fill-in-the-blank  years!”   This is another thing that always surprises me: the same people that forget it exists also can’t remember how often it comes around. It’s four. NOT six, seven, or ten years.

What would you do??  Would you just pick the 28th or the 1st to celebrate on?” I realize that most people are just verbally processing when they ask this…but the answer is yes.  And you would be surprised how often they do!   In my family, we rarely celebrated on the actual day anyway.  We usually did cake on the day and then a party on the weekend before or after.  So not having an actual birthday wouldn’t have been much of an issue.  Heck, we probably would have eaten cake on the 28th and the 1st.  Just because we could.

You wouldn’t be able to get your driver’s license…Because you’re not sixteen, you’re four.” Yes, someone actually tried to convince me of this once or twice.

Don’t you ever wonder: what would it really  be like to have the rarest birthday in the world?  It could be one of those fun party icebreakers:  “How old are you?”  “Six”. You could join a group and commiserate/celebrate with other Leap Day babies.  And when you get to that age where birthdays are just embarrassing (now), you could completely ignore it if you wanted.  Oh, the possibilities.

As much as I sometimes wish I had been born on Leap Day, I do like having a March 1 birthday just about as much.  I kind of have a thing for numbers and I just think the first is a much “prettier” day than the 29th.  March firsters also get their own “special” day:  “In like a lion” day (bet you didn’t remember that one either).  And March is generally just a much nicer month than February.

That, and having an aquamarine birthstone alone makes it worth it.  Not even a purple amethyst can dissuade me of that.

And let’s be honest, even though I wasn’t born on Leap Day, I pretty much claim it anyway by telling nearly everyone that I was almost born on Leap day”.   My own little claim to fame.  I get all of the benefits of a Leap Day birthday and all the benefits of a March 1 birthday.  I guess that’s worth making me wait an extra day to celebrate every four years.

So, dear friends, I hope you find something adventurous to do on this 2012 Leap Day.  Remember it only comes around once every FOUR years and only in EVEN years divisible by FOUR.  But don’t worry, you can count on me to remind you in 2016 (wink).

And to all of my full-term pregnant friends…maybe consider a little…. castor oil…!!

Happy Leaping,