A very special birthday

  • Friday, August 22, 2014

If I have one fault I will admit to, itís patience. I just donít have any.

I guess I get it from Momma, when she was ready to do something, she was already doing it.

ďWhy do you want to wait? Letís just do it.Ē

So I guess I get it honestly. But we all know it really doesnít work that way. It takes time, and time and more time.

Like a caterpillar crawling across a sidewalk, sooner or later heís gonna get to the other side, but not while you are watching him.

Thatís like the day after Christmas when we were kids; we had a whole year to wait Ďtill it came back around again.

Now we all know that itís just 365 more days, but back then it seemed like it took two or three years just to roll around again. Of course our conception of time was different.

Our days lasted from sunup till sundown, nobody wore a watch, our only conception of time is when Momma yelled out the door for us to come in, be it to eat or wash up.

Then when the sun rose, we were out the door again.

And our birthdays, we knew down to the month how old we were.

You ask a little kid how old they are, what do you get?

ďOh Iím nine-and-a-half.Ē

They always throw that half in there, or one-quarter or three-quarters. Or ďIím 10 now, but Iíll be 11 in six days.Ē

Do you remember doing that?

Comíon you know you did it too.

Then there were the magic numbers, the ones you couldnít wait to reach. Like 13, you were now a teenager, and no longer just a kid.

Then you held your breath for the next one, 15. We all remember that one, thatís when you got that magic card, your driverís license.

Oh sure it was just a day license, just from sunup Ďtill sundown, but for that short period of time you could go any where you wanted, anywhere was good except sitting at the house.

Except, and that was a big exception, as long as Momma didnít need the car, you had gas money and you werenít on restriction.

Kids these days donít want to be seen driving a Momma mobile. We didnít have cars back then, if it had four wheels and rolled we were in high cotton.

Then 18 rolled around and things changed.

High School days were over. Oh sure we felt the freedom from classes, but we didnít realize what we were trading them for.

Very few of the folks I went to school with went to college back then. We just went to work.

We hated getting up to go to school, we just never realized how good we had it till we strapped on work boots.

Then 21 rolled around, and we were adults with all the joys and the sorrows that come with it.

Families of our own and children were not far behind. But with it came a renewing of our spirit, we got to see our own childhood again through our kidsí eyes.

The wonders of Christmas, of first school days and the last, and the ever present birthdays.

The long hot days of summer, beaches, and swimming, then the bundling up for winter months.

But I guess the older Iíve gotten, my patience has started wearing a little thin.

Of course I hide it well; Mel keeps asking me if Iím getting excited because she canít tell it on my face.

Iím just about over the edge (Cousin Judy), but this is one deal I have no control over.

Itís up to the Good Lord above, and he donít pass out time tables.

For the last week Mel has been telling me, ďHelp me remember thisĒ or ďHelp me remember that.Ē And I keep telling her yeah, sure, right, anything just to keep an even keel around the olí Bruce household.

But to be honest, my fingerís on the trigger.

You see weíre waiting on another birthday and from what they tell me it could be any time now, maybe before you even read this.

So if you see me on the street, and my phone rings, get out of my way!

My Grandbaby Sadie is on the way!

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