Monday, April 4, 2011

Another Birthday

Today is my birthday.  Yep, today.  On this fourth day of this fourth month of this year, I officially have turned 44.  Should I buy a lottery ticket with these numbers?  Something is whispering to me that if I ever had a realistic chance to win, it would be today.  Nah, who am I fooling--I think I'll just keep that errant dollar in my pocket.

44 is an odd age, though.  Am I middle-age?  Am I the new thirties?  Is my life half over?  Or more than half?  That thought makes me shudder.  I look at some of my patients in the ER, those in their 20's and 30's, and in my mind I am dealing with someone in my own age group.  Maybe they have less wrinkles and a fewer amount of life experiences, sure, but otherwise we are the same, aren't we?  That is until they call me "sir," a word I am growing less fond of the older I get.  And suddenly, I am reminded that no, I do not have as much in common with this college student sitting on the treatment cot in front of me as I might have thought.

Still, birthdays are pretty special when you are surrounded in your life by people who make a big deal of them.  Being one of seven kids, I've already received texts by four of my siblings and some nieces and nephews to "have a great day."  The phone calls will follow tonight, with multiple renditions (mostly bad) of the song "Happy Birthday" sung to the answering machine or myself.  When my mother was alive, she and Dad would always call and sing "Happy Birthday" in harmony from their two different receivers, Mom carrying the high notes and Dad trying to blend his deep, husky off-tune baritone to compliment her.  Since she passed on, Dad still keeps this tradition alive.  It is bittersweet, to say the least, to have Dad call and sing a solo "Happy Birthday" to me.  A big sigh typically follows, and longings for my mother's missed presence follow that.  The beauty in this, though, is that over the two years prior to Mom's lost battle to leukemia, we recorded every "Happy Birthday" sung by them to my family.

My kids and wife, though, are the real reason the excitement level in our house today is immense.  For the past week, there has been whispering between she and my kids that suddenly stops when I enter a room.  There has been hushed huddling in front of the desktop computer, a flurry of hands blocking the screen's view when I walk into the office.  There have been shopping trips to the mall, the kids returning with big grins on their faces and filled shopping bags held behind their backs.  "Don't look, Dad!"  has become the newest greeting in our house.  Tonight I will eat my favorite cake, chocolate from scratch (which includes a cup of coffee) topped with mounds of creamy peanut frosting, made lovingly by my wife from Mom's recipe.

So today, then, is the day.  My 44th birthday.  I was woken up with hugs, warm and heartfelt and accompanied by morning breath.  And chimes of "Happy Birthday, Dad!"  There is no better sweetness in this world than hearing these fluent, tender words from your children's innocent mouths.  Birthday wishes from my wife, too.  A flurry of activity followed as they got ready for school.  A grab of my hand by my youngest, who lead me to the dining room table to proudly show me the presents that await my opening.  Their homemade cards and homemade gift wrap make my smile double.

Then, too suddenly, the buses came to take my kids to school.  My wife left in the SUV to work her school-related job.  And, just like that, all of the excitement contained within our four walls just minutes earlier dissipated, a big balloon of happiness and anticipation popped... to be filled up again upon their return.  I go to sit alone in my office.

I have the morning and afternoon off, but work an odd evening into morning shift tonight.  So I sit here in my silent home, giving up the hope that cranked techno music from Robyn on YouTube will bring back all of that excitement.  It didn't.  Instead, a life lesson smacks me in the ass.  Hard.

My birthday and this swirling excitement that comes with it is not just because of the day.  Or the cake.  Or the presents.  It is because, simply, on this day, I am reminded of just how blessed I am to be surrounded by so many people in my life who love and care for me.  The simple texts, the emails, the phone calls, the snail mail birthday cards--all warm hands coming from near and far to wrap themselves around me on this day.  There are no better birthday gifts...

Sitting here, introspective and reflective of my life so far, I find that I am beyond grateful.  Grateful for it all.  The family.  The siblings and parents.  The nieces and nephews.  The cousins.  The friends.  I am a lucky guy.

After all of this, I looked at a brown envelope sitting on my desk, sent to me by one of my best friends through medical school--KT.  To know KT in this life, to have her friendship, is one of those precious gifts I sometimes take for granted.  She is, after my wife and Mom and sisters, one of the most remarkable women that I will ever know.  Her kindred spirit and friendship is unmatched.  And besides, how many other family physicians do you know still make social calls to their patients' homes?

What follows is a cursive note she sent (along with a beautiful book and two birthday cards).

Dear Jim,

     My friend, my brother...how does it feel to you to be celebrating a life so full?  I am acutely aware of the significance this year of similar double digits!
     At 11, I was hiding in the woods with my friends, telling secrets, crushing on Bobby Joe across the street (be still my heart!)  I was a child in a giant's body!
     At 22, I owned the world...I was a college graduate and I was going to medical school!  I was sizzling!  Life was mine to take!
     At 33, I was a mother, in love with my girl, struggling to mesh my original dreams of being a doctor with my dream, unexpectantly better, of motherhood.  I couldn't get enough of my daughter if I ate her!  She was and still is a force in my world!  What a ride I got, eh?
     At 44, I know contentment, really and truly.  But I also know worry...  My life and love has blossomed as my family came to be--a daughter, a son, a dog, and oh yeah, a husband.  I know I am not invisible--my achy hips let me know that every day!  But I am more alive now than ever before.  I have loved, lost, given and gained...
     What will the next half bring?  55?  66?  77? 88? And, oh yeah, I plan on doing 99.  You too?
     So, my brother in this walk...I wonder what you would say about 11, 22, 33, 44?  I think I can guess a few of the emotions.  We have been blessed in love and in friendship, haven't we?

Big hug, Jim!  Have an awesome birthday!  KT

How's that for a birthday gift?

May everyone have a birthday like mine today, where they are reminded of the beauty of the people in their lives.

Now, where are my presents???

As always, big thanks for reading.  May KT see the beauty and specialness in her writing voice here today.  To my family and friends, especially my wife and kids, thanks for making this a special day...I am smiling here.

29 comments:

terri c said...

Happy Birthday!!!!!!

rlbates said...

Happy Birthday!

Golden Psych said...

Happy birthday. Hope you have a great day and don't get spewed on at work. You should have taken a holiday. x

thatsit said...

Happy Birthday! I hope you have a wonderful and blessed day.

I call everyone Sir, I saw way too many military doctors. It's a habit that dies hard.

Katie said...

What a sweet birthday card!

"Sir" is working its way into my vocabulary. Here in Baptist Country it's a term of respect rather than a comment about age.

<>< Katie

Sarah said...

Happy Birthday! What an extremely thoughtful and reflective note!

You should wear a button tonight at work. My guess is everyone will be a tad nicer to you!

Voluptuous wild hair said...

Happy Birthday Doc!!! I love your blog, makes me wish I would've gone into medicine instead of software.... I hope your day is as fabulous as you are!!!

jimbo26 said...

Happy birthday , and the best of British , old chap , Jim ( in the UK ) .

merinz said...

It never fails to amaze me how we age on the outside, but on the inside we stay the same!

Karen said...

It's the people in our lives that count and what makes every day (even if it's our birthday) wonderful. Happy Birthday, Jim!

Nadia said...

Happy Happy Birthday! I wish you all the best in your future :)

Maha said...

Many good birthday wishes from Canada! :D

Also, your birthday cake sounds incredibly delicious! Enjoy it lots!

Empress Bee (of the High Sea) said...

happy birthday doc!

smiles, bee
xoxoxoxoox

Kanko and Jade said...

Happy Birthday!!!!

Annemiek said...

Happy birthday! I loved reading your reflections.

Holly said...

Happy Birthday sir! This is, as usual, a heartwarming, thought provoking and wonderful post.

WarmSocks said...

Happy birthday, Dr. Jim.

Anonymous said...

HAPPY BIRTHDAY JIM...GOD BLESS!!!
-candylo

Anonymous said...

Happy Birthday Jim! 44 is a great age! We'd both like to return there sometimes. Enjoy your blog very much.
Unc B & Aunt J

Have Myelin? said...

Happy Birthday! I'm glad you take the time to appreciate what you have. =)

Hold my hand: a social worker's blog said...

That was a beautiful card. I'm glad you had a wonderful birthday!

Doris

Winking Doll said...

Happy Belated Birthday!

Anonymous said...

I just now first read this post. What an honor it is to share the same birthdate with you - even though I'm four years ahead of you. I often wish I am able to be just half of the paramedic that you are a doctor.

Anonymous said...

My husbands birthday is on the 4th also. Happy birthday!

Carolyn said...

I know what you mean. I turn 50 later this year and look at other people who are my age and think they're old. I guess I will always think of myself as 25!

Molly said...

Hope you had a great birthday!

jen mccafferty warren said...

There is a song called "100 years" that comes on now and then and brings me to instant TEARS. It sure can dampen a shopping trip when it comes through the mall speakers. It reminds of my sister's husband, who suffered a stroke and forever altered the course of their "later years". Thanks for sharing your reflections. Never take a moment for granted, enjoy the ride, savor the sweet spots in life...always listen to the voices on the other end of the phone and tuck them deep into your memory. I miss my grandmother announcing "this is a singing tele-GRAM ..Happy Birthday..." and treasure my parents' duet as well. Love to all!

Jaida said...

I found my way here to your blog via your recent "appearance" on Doctor Radio. What a fantastic voice you have (the writing one I mean...although I enjoyed hearing your interview too) and what a great post as an introduction. I shall continue to visit and read your stories. Happy belated day.

Colm said...

Jim - everyone is waaaay toooo nice here. Just turned 40 last week and the nicest comment I got is that "40 is the new 50". Hope you had a great birthday and I will explain middle age to you next time we talk (yes you are so there).