
Warning: This writing is a complete therapy session to cure myself of my birthday blues! To begin this session one must reflect upon my early birthday "issues". I believe I was turning five and having a regular birthday party when my "issues" became evident. My mom always tells the story that all was well until the kids started singing Happy Birthday and I hid under the table and would not come out! For as long as I can remember I haven't liked going to birthday parties and rarely have had one myself. Every year around March 3rd I begin a downward spiral.....As I have gotten older I decided that I probably just didn't like all the attention. Now here I am 46, blogging, putting everything out there and getting lots of attention. On more than one occasion this past year I have had good friends of mine ask, "Who are you? This isn't the Lynn I know." So I thought that one of my silver linings of having Breast Cancer I was going to be able to handle my birthday this year with grace and gratitude.
The day started innocently enough, my attitude was I am lucky to be able to have a birthday this year. I was in the Adirondacks with my family and had a day of cross country skiing ahead. Did I mention that it snowed all weekend long? It was beautiful, like being in the perfect snow globe; snow falling, white powder lacing the evergreen trees and a roaring fire inside.
We did have a wonderful ski and came home to pack up. My Dad was treating us all to dinner at the Whiteface Lodge in Lake Placid. We got a little dressed up and I was surprisingly feeling great about celebrating my birthday. The lodge is gorgeous! You almost feel like you are out west driving up to the log chalet with antler chandeliers and winding covered walkways to the grand entrance. We sat by the fire, ordered wine and waited for my parents and sister, Caryl. We ogled at the scenery and talked about doing a walking tour after dinner. I was so relaxed and happy......
We were having a wonderful evening out and sharing old family stories that make us laugh over and over again. Then from the back of me came the waitress carrying a cake with a ton of candles on it and my family started singing, Happy Birthday. If I could have hid under that table I would have. Maybe for a second I smiled, but then the tears started flowing and I couldn't stop. I couldn't stand that people would be looking at me in my hat at the head of the table and wondering what was wrong with me. Most likely no one even noticed but inside me were some deep dark feelings of humiliation, embarrassment, loneliness, self loathing and disappointment that my loved ones did not get that this was my worst nightmare. I knew no one was trying to intentionally hurt me so I couldn't be mad. That might have been easier. I guess I have done too good of a job being positive and strong but behind my smile there is a lot of sadness. I don't think I realized it until last night. I feel kinda broken.
All will be well but I know I have a lot of work ahead of me! Here's to next year celebrating my birthday with only tears of happiness, feeling younger than I do now and being able to laugh at my past birthday "issues"!