Birthday Wishes

Looking back on past birthdays and special days like Valentine’s and Mother’s Day I realize now what I really want for those days. Not what you might expect though. I am not a girl who needs a lot of material things. I don’t need jewelry or roses or even an expensive night out.

It means more to me when I receive a homemade card or flowers picked from the roadside. Don’t laugh but I would LOVE a load of compost for my birthday. I know, I am such a nerd, right?

Although receiving a present is wonderful on my God given day, I really just want one specific thing. What is that?

A day free of worry.

What does that mean? What it means is that I want a day free of worrying what I should make for dinner, how I will pay the bills, whether my son will hurt himself dunking his basketball while doing trick shots outside, how my sales will be for the week, how many people will show up for church, whether I covered the butter because the cat likes to lick it when we are not looking.

I want a birthday that I don’t have to worry about running out of gas because I am too busy to remember to fill the tank, or a day without worrying about the van breaking down because it needs it’s transmission repaired. A day without worrying about how to pay the taxes or simply not having to worry if I am being a good mother, wife, daughter or friend.

Whether we like to admit it or not, we all worry and deep down what we really want is just one or two days a year when we don’t have to.

So guys it’s not the big, expensive, sparkly gifts we want, though they are nice and often we women dream of those things. No, it’s a day free of thoughts that if you worried about them for us for the day, it would be the best present ever. -MM

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