Poetry Friday Word for Tomorrow, now with 25% more nostalgia!
Yesterday was Girl-child's birthday.
It was also a Snow Day.
So even though Girl-child got to stay home with me and her brother all day, and go shopping in the afternoon, and play games and watch tv and do all the things you do on a Snow Day, she was bummed.
She didn't get cupcake treats in her class.
The gym teacher didn't give her the Special Birthday Flip in class.
She didn't get to wear the Princess crown in dance class.
Grandparents couldn't come visit.
She had a breakdown in the afternoon, sobbing and clutching me like her best friend had just moved away.
It's tough turning 8.
Poetry Friday is upon us once more, and I'm in a nostalgic haze. (I recounted the day of Girl-child's birth to her yesterday, several times, in some detail...omitting, of course, the epidural gone wrong and the spinal headache which ensued.) Birthdays are supposed to be this wonderful thing, right?, this magical day when we're the King or Queen and we feel we're older, wiser, and dammit, more good-looking. We may love 'em, we may loathe them, we may try to ignore them, but BAM, there they are.
The Poetry Friday WORD for Tomorrow is...BIRTHDAY. Feel free to use it in your blog post tomorrow, in whatever form blows out your brightly lit candles...story, poem, song, ode, photo, restaurant review, reality tv-show idea. Tell us about a memorable birthday (yours or someone elses)...or make something up...tell us your real age or how badly you've lied about it. What was a special birthday? An un-special one? Got any good "birthday spanking" stories??