Today's my birthday. Being born two days after Christmas has always had it's ups and downs. It is such a busy time of year that often my birthday gets lost in the sauce. It's not such a big deal now, but as a child it really bugged me. The worst of course was, "here's something for Christmas and your birthday". Seriously, one gift.
And there was there year my Great Aunt made my sister a "doll cake" for her birthday and made my brother a sailboat cake for his birthday and I got..."I just didn't have time to make you a cake this year". I so wanted a doll cake.
But there have also been some distinct ups to being born in December. First of all, it is my favorite time of year. How can I not like celebrating my birthday so near Christmas. Plus all my siblings are born in April. So just the fact that I'm not an April baby made me feel special. Something different.
My favorite part of being born in December was the story my mother told me. Back in early 1955, my mother lost her father. She was very upset at the death of her father who she loved so much. Soon after though she found out she was pregnant with me. She always felt that God gave her me to help replace the loss of her father. And that...has always made me feel special. (It also didn't hurt that I can a couple weeks early and Dad got to take me as a tax deduction that year!)
And don't worry about the doll cake. For my 40th Birthday, my dear friend Marlene made sure I had my very own doll cake....all in pink.