When a child is born, it’s an occasion to rejoice for the family. First birthday is more exciting as the child has by now started to stand on his legs, identify immediate nears and dears and speak some simple words like Papa Mama. Similarly, subsequent birthdays create an excitement in the family as the child grows and its time to celebrate the child’s growth and development- drawing or painting skills, singing skills, skill to mimic or plain studies. That’s how life progresses and celebration extends to new members – spouse, children, friends colleagues et al.
Beyond a point, count up gives way to the count down. If 80 is the average lifespan than birthdays post the 40th birthday are part of this countdown. Instead of looking forward, one starts looking backwards – the dreams and avidity give way to memories and nostalgia. One starts thinking more about the past – the achievements, good times, the events that led to growth and development.
So I am more at the second stage that is the stage of the countdown. However, the friends acquaintances and well wishers are leaving no stone unturned to make this birthday super special like all my birthdays in the past. And in the morning I woke up to a very special message- an audio of happy birthday song rendered by my grandsons. A few more children of my colleagues are likely to add further sweetness to this occasion.
All this love and affection is creating a bit of confusion in my mind . If I am so loveable, desirable and sought after. I should continue to count up rather than countdown. This is the power of love. It can increase the lifespan and quality of life of a person.
My heartfelt gratitude to each one of you who took to to all kinds of communications- phone call, SMS, WhatsApp, FB, Instagram and greetings inserted inside flowers and cakes to convey your wishes to me! It’s made me to believe that I am celebrating my 19th rather than 59th birthday.