I was born:)
I'm Forty fucking five today!
My birthday is a big deal to me and I'll tell ya why.
My Mom ALWAYS forgot my birthday. Just couldn't remember.
First, I'm the youngest of eight. I have 5 older brothers (would have been 6 but he was born premature and died) and 1 sister. needless to say, my Mother expected a boy. Had a name picked out. So when I turn out to be a she, my Mother had no clue what to name me. According to my Mother, the nurse said:
"what are you going to name her?"
My Mother said: " I dunno."
Nurse: "How about Darlene, she is so Darling."
Makes you well up with tears huh?
So, two days after I made my most forgettable entrance, another event happened that would further erase my birth from my Mother's brain.
President Kennedy was assassinated.
In all the years my Mother was alive, she wished me a Happy Birthday on
November 22. If it wasn't for my birth certificate, I'd swear that was my birthday.
I think I'll celebrate again, on November 22. just for my MaMa;)