I really struggled with a topic for this post today. My piece about trauma therapy is not complete so I couldn’t post that. Usually I write about what is happening in real time. If there is nothing of interest, I ask Christian to put in my heart what he would like me to write about. If that doesn’t work, I just sit and write. None of those helped me this time. After much procrastination I looked on Pinterest for a writing prompt. I chose this one: Revisit a special birthday from when you were younger. ‘Tis the season. My boys were born in October, November and December. With the birthday season coming up in my house, I thought it would be fun to reminisce about my own birthday.
I am a November baby. Most years snow does not grace the ground until my birthday has passed. One particular year my parents planned a bowling party for me. My nine year old friends and I were all set to bowl like champs. As the day approached forecasters were calling for quite a storm. Who ever believes the forecast though? Well, that particular year we should have. A serious snowstorm rolled right in and ruined my bowling birthday party. I was devastated. My mom offered me a sledding party since our driveway was a giant hill. I reluctantly agreed. My dad drove around and picked up friends who lived close. I was disappointed in the change in plans but layered up so I would be warm outside.
Friends began arriving, courtesy of my dad, and we all stood around awkwardly in the beginning. It is unclear who took the first spin down the hill. Quite frankly it could have been my mom. You know how moms do that thing (I am guilty of it now too) where we say, look how fun this is! Watch me! Most of the time it goes awry. This time however, my mom’s attempt to fix my ninth birthday quickly revealed itself as a success. As more and more girls began gliding down the hill, an icier path formed. There is nothing more fun than flying down a hill on sheet of ice. It sounds like now would be the time when someone would go flying off their sled and get injured, but that did not happen! We continued to sled down the hill all afternoon, shrieking with glee as little girls do. We stopped only for hot chocolate breaks and birthday cake. It is the birthday party that we still talk about today.
Memories sown together form the quilt of comfort from our childhood. This memory definitely occupies a square in my quilt. As a mother, I often wonder which memories will be ones that stick with my children? Without a doubt some of them will be unexpected.