I turned 30 today. A milestone I have been waiting for since the past couple of years now.
The excitement started a year ago and as the day arrived it
dulled down to nothingness.
It’s difficult to keep it going when you’re the only one who
thinks it’s an extraordinary occasion and not just another birthday.
I’m an odd creature always felt so and my 30th
birthday just confirmed my suspicions.
When I was handed a lovely birthday, I smiled and said thank
you but soon realised my jaw was clenched in a death grip. I could feel the
anger rise to eventually settle to a flame of disappointment.
This was very confusing; the card was lovely, thoughtful and
should have made me smile. I hated it! To add to this I was handed a second
card by another person, it was even more thoughtful and my anger runneth over.
All morning I tried to figure out why I was so angry, I was
not expecting anything more in the form of gifting so then why. Sometimes you shouldn’t
ask questions when you’re not ready for the answer. Even before I could finish
asking this question I remembered every birthday of mine till I was 21 years
old. Growing up in an abusive home every birthday was spent healing wounds, wiping
stains, cleaning up broken pieces of something that meant the world to us or
getting wished by the policemen who now knew it was your birthday and
unfortunately you called them every year the same time.
I remember it was always the first week or day of school on
my birthday and after a hectic night my sister and I had to go to school with
swollen faces and tired eyes. Always to the prelude of a big expensive gift was
the card my father would give me when I came home during lunch break. I would
take it, politely say thank you and keep it so safely that I never had to see
it again.
Looking at this card now, even though it was given by people
who love and cherish me and who have never hurt me, all I can remember is
screams and cries hoping someone would come and
help us.
My 24th Birthday ended the stigma of “bad”
birthdays but I’m ashamed to say that I still can’t cherish birthday cards as I
should. I don’t think I’ll be able to contribute to Hallmarks bottom line.
Oh well!
