Remember, This Christmas Baby and My Birthday Request!

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If you were born on a huge, international, Holiday, when the entire world acknowledges the Celebration, be aware of the draw backs you will encounter.

Now I know, as will as you, that we are not in control of the date of our Birthday, and we have no other choice but to celebrate our Birthdays. I write here for the attention of loved ones, toward those of us , who have  either fortunately or unfortunately been born of Christmas Day.

As a child, I always felt special and fortunate to have been born on Christmas Day. As an only child, my parents made the day of my birth an unusually, miraculous experience. I was pampered and indulged. I had their exclusive attention and  was treated like Royalty.

I married, and had three children. I divorced and retained my three children, as most moms do. I worked and supported those three children, not just because I was the only one, on which they could  depend, but because I loved them and supporting them was my responsibility and pleasure.

My life moved on and my sons grew and thrived, either because or in spite of, my parenting skills.  They are all doing well and are successful. As I have written about in the past, they followed me to the State of Iowa, when I moved here 20 years ago and their future’s look great.

My Birthday is only days away and I anticipate the usual form of Celebration for that milestone.  My sons will receive 3 to 4 presents each for the Holy Holidayof the Birth of Christ and they will be consumed with their concerns, trials and tribulations; asking me for my advice and avenues of approach, which they always seek, but seldom heed.

My middle son will start some type conflict and lock himself away in his bedroom, while his latest fling (this years’ model is Jeanette) is confused and upset.

My oldest son will try his best to keep the peace, while he entertains the idea, that I may, in some subversive way, embezeling  his money.