So I had this moment earlier in the month when I realized that my mom’s birthday was on mother’s day this year and for a moment I wondered “has her birthday always been on mother’s day? If so, why did it take me so long to remember her birth date?” For the longest time I struggled to recall my parent’s birthdays and I never got it right until I was in my mid twenties. So I was relieved when Lisa told me mother’s day is a shifting holiday. I would have felt pretty stupid if for all these years I could have been remembering mother’s day and my mom’s birthday were May 8.
May-June was always pretty demanding because it featured my mom’s birthday, mother’s day, my father’s birthday, father’s day, and their anniversary. That’s a lot to keep straight in eight short weeks. A few times I got them all and felt very proud for doing so.
Dates and names are not my strong suits…I should never try my hand at a formal history discipline I suppose.
Happy MothersBirthDay CJ! I love You!
About Me
- 337is
- I was born in 1970 ("born with the year," my parents used to say; actually I was "born with the decade," I've since realized). I moved to Nashville from Michigan in July 2005. I'm still adjusting to not knowing where anything is (after living in Michigan for my entire life), and am trying to find good ethnic food restaurants. I have more grey hair than you might think, but am now keeping my head pretty much shaved so you can't really tell. I enjoy a wide variety of music and wish I had more friends to play songs for. I have an inquisitive nature (some people would say that I ask too many questions), and have a head full of useless information. I enjoy conversations with unique or intelligent people, but have a very hard time with small talk. My wife laughs at almost all of my jokes, which is why I married her. I’m at least 6’6” tall. I only have one dimple (right cheek).
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