Friday, September 9, 2011

No Difference!




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It was my birthday; I was probably about six at the time. My Dad came into my room that morning and picked me up to carry me back into the Master Bedroom, where I would open my presents. The first thing I wanted to know, when he lifted me up, was ‘did I feel any different now that I was six?’

I remember Dad laughed at me and I suppose I was a bit disappointed. Surely turning a whole six years of age meant that there would be some discernable difference in me?

Of course when we are children we are in such a hurry to grow up. Each birthday is looked forward to with great anticipation and delight. Yes, it has something to do with the thought of getting presents – but there seems to be an accompanying idea that each birthday marks the start of a brand new adventure.

Then, as the years roll on the glorious anticipation of ‘birthdays’ turns to dread.

I was certainly dreading the last birthday. How could I possibly be turning 60? Where did the time go?

Well the big day was yesterday. This time it doesn't seem even remotely disappointing to find I don't feel any different at all.

©Lyn Murphy 2011

3 comments:

katsicles said...

Oh Happy Birthday Lyn!
It's funny isn't it, how time would never pass and how quickly we wanted to reach adulthood as kids.
Once we got there however we wished we could slow time down.
Although you're only as young as you feel - so in my case I plan to be eternally 17 (only somewhat wiser & wearier).
Hope yours has been one full of joy and youthful exuberance xx

Cheryl said...

Happy birthday Lyn...Many happy returns :o)

The way I look at it, is that you should try to live like each day is your last. This is much harder to do than you would think seeing as the mundane always gets in the way! But when that happens to me, I think, would I prefer to do that pile of laundry? Or would I rather spend 15 mins laughing and cuddling Bubble? If this were my last day, I know what choice I would make!!

:o)

Ray Colon said...

Hi Lyn,

The little ones certainly do love their birthdays. My youngest begins the preparations weeks in advance -- there are balloons and streamers to hang on the walls after all. Of course, she looks forward to receiving gifts, but, as you say, there's more to it than that. I always hope that she doesn't feel let down afterwards, because her anticipation is always so high.

Like you, I don't look forward to my birthdays, but that doesn't seem to slow them down. :)

Happy birthday.

Ray