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It’s hard for me to think how to make this something grander than just a personal vignette in the life of a suburban mom. Sometimes (frequently?), my pet peeves can be quite shallow.
But I suppose everyone has one of those silly, shallow things that you swear would ruin your life if it ever happened to you, but you really don’t mean it at all. It’s those things you mildly wished wouldn’t happen, but recognize their happening really isn’t that big a deal and maybe the half-hearted animus to this event that actually happens may make for a fun story on Murphy’s Law or serendipity.
This is one of those stories.
I grew up in a large family – there were five of us kids – and nearly right from the start, three birthdays landed in May. Wedged in there is Mother’s Day, and as siblings grow and age out of the school system, so do five graduations. May was uniquely cost prohibitive for me, and I was always generous in my gifting.
It was quite silly, but perfectly understandable, that I should desire not to have a child with a May birthday. Heaven forbid.
Right out the motherhood gate, God seemed to be laughing at my plans. At 24, I got the news on Labor Day weekend that I was due in May. Really? The day before my Dad’s birthday, in fact. I bemusedly made my peace with the matter, only to have my baby three weeks early. He celebrated his 11 birthday this past April. It’s hard to believe I’ve been a mother so long.
I easily missed on the second one. A planned pregnancy, she was conceived in May instead. No need to celebrate that…
Really, I thought I had succeeded in avoiding that dreadful May day. Perhaps you’ve already guessed that God has his jokes when (wo)man plans.
Not planning to have any more kids, in October 2014, I got the news… an unexpected third was due June 6. I knew. Both of my others were early. I expected this one would not make it to June. I was not wrong.
On May 23, 2015, May got a little bit merrier…
Happy Birthday to my Pipsqueak.