Put Another Candle…

“Put another candle on my birthday cake

We’re gonna bake a birthday cake

Put another candle on my birthday cake

I’m another year old today.”

(Sheriff John’s birthday song)

When I was a child, I couldn’t wait for my birthday to come soon enough.

Better than summer vacation, better than Santa Claus and Hanukkah, better than the Easter bunny and copious amounts of chocolate, better than the tooth fairy and fifty cent pieces, sleepovers, books and movies, soft served ice cream, dipped in chocolate, even better than our annual trips to Disneyland (whew, that’s a close call!).   I loved celebrating my birthday.  Dressing up for the party, friends and family gathered together in one place, presents, birthday cake, frosting, wishes that you believed with all your heart would come true…I love birthdays; yours or mine, birthdays are bitchen.  That’s my truth and I’m sticking to it.

Even as I tiptoe past menopause, (free at last, free at last…) my birthday is around the corner, and I can’t wait.  I still have that same eager desire to become one year older.  Shouldn’t this welcome be with us all our years?

I look at it this way:  if I hadn’t made it to my seventh birthday, I’d have never gotten to play on the big kids’ playground.  If I hadn’t made it out of the single digits into the double digits, I wouldn’t have my dazzling smile because starting around age six, my baby teeth were dropping like rotten tomatoes on the vine.  If I hadn’t made it to 13, I would never have been able to conceive my prodigal son and experience one of life’s greatest treasures, motherhood. Without 16, I wouldn’t be able to drive a car or fill out my bra. Without celebrating 18, I wouldn’t have ‘graduated’ the mandatory imprisonment called high school. Without my 20s I wouldn’t have been able to legally declare independence, start my own journey, make new, life long friends, drink, dance past midnight, party responsibly, start to become an adult, fall deeply in love, make love, make autonomous decisions, make colossal mistakes, work, play, create…Sans my 30s, I wouldn’t have gotten married, made a baby, have the baby, mother the baby, witness the growth of the baby, or become a mommy and me groupie.  If not for my 40s, I wouldn’t have been able to un-marry, fall deeply in love again and remarry, buy a house, mature, mellow, find yoga, meditate, pray, Bat Mitzvah, and grow spiritually.  If I hadn’t made 50 I wouldn’t finally take time for myself, get a master’s degree, accept myself, give to myself, live comfortably in my own skin, honor and care for my aging parents, watch my son graduate college, listen to my heart NOT my head, love myself, know myself, be of service and continue to grow spiritually.

I’m reminded of the wisdom a yogic teacher, Guru Singh, imparted during a Kundalini yoga class one afternoon.  He said, “Dispose of the fear of time, the fear of its passage and the fear of our aging because if we do not dispose of this fear, we will be constantly concerned with the passage of time…aging becomes the enemy rather than the messenger of wisdom.”

So, with only days away from my birthday I’d like to share with you the plethora of gifts that are waiting for me:

  • My ability to love others and myself has become more pliant having been taught by time.
  • The earth is more abounding in its growth.
  • All of G_d’s creatures have moved another step in their unfolding.
  • Human beings have left us with one more year of art for us to contemplate and revel in.
  • History around the world is one year more resonant with lessons.
  • The sunrises are one year more familiar, more promising, and the sunsets are one year less fearful…
  • And the peace of the night is one year closer.

“I’ll blow out the candles on my birthday cake

And when I do, a wish I’ll make

Put another candle on my birthday cake

I’m another year old today

(Happy birthday to you)

I’m another year old today.”

(Lyrics again by Sheriff John)

Happy birthday to me and to everyone!  Now, blow out the candles and make a wish, and if you believe with all your heart, I promise it will come true!

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7 thoughts on “Put Another Candle…

  1. I am grateful for the blessings of watching you live comfortably in your own skin, receive that masters degree, love yourself, be of service and grow spiritually while leading with that beautiful heart of yours. This piece of writing put a giant smile on my face. It’s an honor being part of your life’s journey. Feliz cumpleaños mi mejor amiga. L.O.V.E

  2. I, as well, wish you all your hearts desires. You are my muse, standing by to straighten up my spine when it begins to sag under the weight of things unneeded. My birthday is this month, too. Sharing July as a birth month with you imparts a strange sense of ‘not aloneness’ to me. Happy Birthday, Beloved!

  3. Lovely post….It’s too rare hear from a fellow 50-something woman celebrating the hell out of all those decades. I’m 54 and still having fun, hoping for the health and means to enjoy a few more decades at least.

    Happy birthday!

    • caitlin, thanks for taking the time to comment. after spending the weekend ‘celebrating’ my b’day with friends and family,
      i’ve decided that every damned day i have left on this earth is officially a birth day of some sort or another so that i can
      laugh out loud, feel tremendous joy and revel in being celebrated and loved all the time!

  4. This was fantastic! I love reading your blogs. (Thank you to Hannah for sending these to me). 😉 I hope you had a very Happy Birthday. God Bless,
    Love,
    Bonnie
    (MJ-Upbeat)

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