She reversed the narrative and ended the cycle by taking not only mine and my brother's birthdays so seriously: she did the same towards anyone around. Especially if it were a child. My mom would at least bake a cake and cook a meal of your choice or even give you money. Debbie truly had a big heart and wanted you to have a special day.
My mom didn't have the milestone celebrations at 18, 21, etc. I did throw her a 50th and she didn't want a 60th nor 65th. She made sure our birthdays were celebrated, even if all she gave was a cake, card and money/dinner. I've found all sorts of blank birthday cards in her things. She was ready!
Now she would say I'm doing too much when I would get sad and mad about folks forgetting my birthday. My thing is my birthday shouldn't be hard to forget and if we're cool, why not remember? My mom did it to me y'all! I now keep another part of her legacy alive and remember and celebrate birthdays.
Her brother, my uncle, realizes this also. He never forgot my birthday, even in prison, and made sure I had a great day. I'm grateful that my birthday was a priority because everyday is truly a gift!
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