Well, she’s not a baby anymore but she’s my baby. Susie, my youngest turns 25 today. It doesn’t seem possible.
A while back, we started (well, the kids started not me) to see who could be the first to wish the other a happy birthday and they tried to do it right at midnight. If they were physically nearby, it was a hug and a “happy birthday”. If they weren’t nearby, it was a phone call, and later a text. With me, it was easy because everyone was always up at midnight on my birthday, but with the others, not so much. One year, when it was just the two of us left at home, I was watching the clock and waiting for midnight. She was in her room. I went in about ten minutes before midnight and asked her if she was excited for her birthday. I think it was the year she turned 17. She said “It’s not my birthday yet. Not until midnight so don’t talk about it yet.” I left her room and went to my computer room right next door. I figured I would check email. Well, that was a mistake. There was email and a friend was online and popped in with an instant message. Before I knew it, it was 12:06. I ran into her room and knocked on the door. “Go away.” I opened it just a tad and the lights were off and she was in bed. Unusual for my night owl. I went in and said “Happy birthday!” She turned her head to the wall and muttered, through tears, “You forgot! I’m not important. You forgot my birthday and now you’re late!”
Nothing I said would get her to turn to face me. I left her room. I was upset because she was upset and she’s my baby and it hurts to have her hurt, especially when I had “caused it”. So I went to my room and called Tina, my other daughter, who lived about fifteen minutes away. She was asleep but woke with the phone. I told her what had happened and asked her to come make a big fuss. I suggested balloons from the 24 hour grocery store and maybe a cake or ice cream. So, she got up and got dressed and in less than twenty minutes she was at the door with flowers, balloons, cake, and ice cream. She went to Susie’s room and pretended she didn’t know what had happened. Susie was excited to have her sister there and to have all the special attention so she got up and came to the kitchen where we all had cake and ice cream and all was right with the world again.
She’s too far for me to give her a hug to this year. She lives in California. Last night I knew she had to be at work early this morning so I didn’t call her or text her but I did post on her Facebook page with birthday wishes. I’ll have to call her later, when she’s off work, and remind her that I haven’t forgotten her or her birthday. With luck, she won’t be upset because I didn’t call earlier. But then again, she’s grown up now so she’s not as sensitive. And, I did see her last week when I was on my trip and I took her to dinner (twice and breakfast, too) for her birthday so actually, I was the first to wish her a happy birthday, a week early!