Today is someone's birthday. Chances are you know someone born today. Famous or not so much. Parents make a big deal of their children's birthdays and consequently so do the children as we grow up. Until it gets to the time when we notice that no one notices. Or perhaps we don't like the march of time being acknowledged with cake. Or it dawns on us that we are being feted for an event that we cannot remember and we had no say in. Of all the people who were born on this day, I suspect - and I am only guessing - that most of them are grumpy about their birthday or worse, unloved. Perhaps a surprising number do not even know it is their birthday. I am glad the someone that I know whose birthday is today was born. Glad this person came into being. Glad this person learned to engineer mechanics, to fly, to go very fast without killing anyone, to fit miraculously into another person's life, to rage again injustice, to love cats and to be kind to me. This person shares a birthday with a bazillion other people on the planet. Each of them worthwhile. Each of them a gift. Imagine what it would be like if we celebrated birthdays every day with reverence and joy and loved each other well. I don't think we would miss the cake.
Deb Grant, resilient child of God, creative tinker of paper, ink, wood, shiny things, paint and words. The human amusement of a parrot and a dog.
Writer, poet, artist, human, citizen, learner, scruffy, goof.
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