2021 begins with me turning three-quarters of a century old.
Last year my birthday person included Diane Munford. This year I want to repeat that birthday choice and add her mom–everybody’s mom–Mom Hamilton.
Diane and I lifted one another up through it all. She kept me playing Pickleball which lowered my A1C levels. And by encouraging her I at better. Durning lockdown she called, texted, Facetimed me and we laughed. I met Diane because her Mom is everyone’s mom. Every year we all gather at Oakdale Park in Glen Rose on Mother’s Day weekend with Mom Hamilton and her delightful family. That’s where I met Diane, her brother, sister-in-law, and hundreds of other dulcimer friends.
Even though we didn’t get to go there this year as a group my pandemic shutdown was still blessed by accidentally camping next to Mom’s great-granddaughter and her mom and dad. Then in the summer we accidentally on purpose camped in a National Park in NM with Mom’s son, Dana, and precious wife Judy.
Not many friends share their mom and entire family with me. I have more reasons this year to say thank you to you, Diane. I so apreciate you for listening to me rant, pray and worry through the year.
Read the story about my Birthday Person below.
Giving Yourself a Birthday Party ~from
Cruisin’ Thru Life – Dip Street and Other Miracles
When I turned thirty-three, I hated my birthday. I found myself in an emotional waiting room, dressed in my party clothes—wondering who would give me a party? Who would bring presents, bake a cake, blow-up balloons? Who would say, I’m of value even though I’m getting older?
“Well, what do you want to do?” my husband asked in an exasperated voice.
“I… I want…I don’t know,” I stuttered, “something special.”
“You want to go to the new restaurant?”
“Go out with friends?”
“Something special, so I don’t just feel old.”
“Hmmmm.” He disappeared into the garage. I’ve always thought garages were built just so men had a place to escape.
With no party in sight, I decided to give my own. How to celebrate? I couldn’t really think of any event that would turn my depression into joy. I had no idea what I truly wanted or needed.
Down through the years, Christmas time had remained my favorite celebration. I loved to give gifts especially to those who had meant a great deal to me. This is where the idea to select a Birthday Person formed.
Now each year I select someone who has blessed my life. I chose my mom first. I was her eighth child. She gave me life and added a great deal of fun and love along the way. Next was my sister, Ouida. We shared everything. Best of all, she shared her faith in Christ with me and many others. She died a few years after I made her my birthday person. We never know how long we have to say thank you.
In the months before my birthday, I think of all the people that have blessed me. I search for a small token–a gift. Then I plan what I want to say. After writing my first rough draft, I get a clean sheet of paper that doesn’t have tear stains on it. And then I create the finished product and mail it with a simple present. There have been many tears involved in writing notes to my Birthday Person, tears of joy, tears of healing—tears shared on the giving and the receiving end.
I’ve chosen a Birthday Person(s) each year, all my sisters, brothers, daughters, youth directors, pastors, grandchildren, family and friends—all have changed my life in amazing ways. Some years it has been more difficult to choose a birthday person and several times I’ve included a group–my Sunday School, Facebook friends and more. It has blessed me beyond any gift I could have received. By focusing on others, I have eliminated the fear of more wrinkles and gray hair looming in my future. I’m amazed when glancing back over the copies of these letters to see many people on my list have now passed away—my mom, sisters, brothers and friends people who changed my life. People who gave me so much, people who I could never thank enough now gone. I’m so glad I thanked them when I did.
Thankfulness feeds a healthy soul within us. My “Birthday Person” celebration has spread to many of my friends. The healing power of saying thank you and praising others can keep you young—that and a box of hair color and really good facial serum.