In a few hours, I will be 51 years old.
Sydney says that’s old, but I’m having trouble thinking of it as anything but a lucky age. I think I had to get here to realize how lucky I am to have made it, when so many didn’t.
When I was young, there was a rash of suicides among my high school classmates who were gay. Later, I survived the AIDS pandemic. There were wars, car accidents, drugs, cancer, and lightening strikes. Rob and I even witnessed a murder/suicide.
So, when I think about what I had to survive to be 51 years old, I can’t help but think of this as a good day.
I didn’t make a million dollars, and no one will be more surprised if I ever do. I didn’t change the world…remember when we all talked about that in college?
I never played sports. Now that we have Sydney, I think I really missed something there that would have taught me about teamwork. I wasn’t interested when I was young enough to do it without injury. But, I learned to cross-stitch, knit, crochet, and sew. Hmmm, that says something, I’m sure, I’m just not sure how important it is.
When I turned 50, I committed to a Jubilee Quilt. It isn’t finished. But, I won three first place ribbons in a quilt show. That has to count for something.
I have held a steady job since I was 15. I’ve never had anything repossessed and I have managed to save a little for retirement.
I have the best husband any man (or woman) could ask for. We’ve had our trouble, but what makes a man a good husband is his willingness to fit with you to make a relationship work. We’ve both proven our willingness to do that.
And, lo and behold, something I never thought would happen when I was younger; I have a daughter. And, not just that, but a well adjusted daughter; and most important, I have a good relationship with her…better than I had with my parents. And, that’s saying something because I had a pretty darn good relationship with my parents when I was 15.
I have friends and a full life where there is more to do than there is time to do it. I would hate to be bored.
All in all, it’s been pretty good. Happy days outnumber sad days; who could ask for more?
So, I’m wearing my WORLD’S BEST DAD pin that came with my birthday card and spending the day in my jim-jams, making a shirt. My birthday requests were three favors; I want Rob to take me to the garden center in his truck tomorrow, I want us to go to dinner with our friends LD and J on Saturday night, and I don’t want anybody to ask me any questions from the time I got up this morning, until the time I go to bed on Sunday…not a “when do you want to…” or a “what would you like to…” or a “what’s for…” Not a single question. Doesn’t sound like too much, huh?
Hope your day is equally good.