Birthdays. Ugh.

Who likes getting older? Ugh.

Another notch on the belt of Father Time. Ugh.

UNTIL my most recent birthday, when everything changed.

For one, it was no longer a day streaked in self pity because it was no longer about me. If there’s one thing a newborn is good at, it’s taking focus away from one’s self. Whew!

For two, I have a new appreciation of what it really means to be born having given birth myself. What gratitude I feel! (Thank you, CMEC!)

And here I was thinking birthdays were about cakes and candles for the young and the grim aging process for the old. Now I know why they’re worth celebrating. Gosh it took me a long time to work that out.