Memory #37: Birthdays
When your birthday falls less than two weeks after Christmas, one of two things can happen. One, you can get screwed in the presents department by people who write "Merry Christmas and Happy Birthday" on some card. Or, two, you can have a mom like mine who made sure that your birthday was always a big deal.
When I was a kid, the entire extended family always came to my house on or near my birthday to celebrate me. That was a lot of people. My mom did that. She made sure that I knew I was important and loved. On your thirty-ninth birthday you care a lot less about this sort of thing. But when you,re eight or twelve, this stuff matters. My mom knew.
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