Celebrating my birthday always makes me feel nostalgic. I was turning 6 in this picture. I see so much when I look at this photo. The 1970’s digs everyone was rocking. My beloved home owned by my parents in Montbello, an area of Denver, Co. That warm October day when we could have the party outside is so telling, as just yesterday I scraped snow off my car, but today’s temps will rest in the 70’s seemingly just for my day. The friends who came out to celebrate with me that I still hold dear today. That half smile with big cheeks expression that my son now makes. And then there’s my big poofy pink dress that I remember spinning in circles in. This picture shows a good day, a beautiful day, however my childhood was filled with a lot of turmoil, inconsistencies and instability. My mom however, (shown standing on the far left, big hips and all, lol), was big on birthdays and birthday parties. She always made those days so special for me. And now that she’s passed away coming up on 13 years ago, those celebrations are all the more special.
Birthday parties, birthday shout outs, and birthday gifts have become common and cliche, but in actuality birthdays are sacred. The celebrating of your coming into being is a big deal. That was the day that God saw fit to have you here, that means that you have more value and worth than you can probably imagine. For me I’m coming to terms with that value. There has been so much that has happened since this picture was taken that has caused me to question my very existence and value. I know I’m not alone in that line of questioning. But today I’m reflecting on how far I’ve come. This is one of the first years where that reflection, and having a relaxing day at home is enough celebration for me, genuinely. There’s no way anyone else other than me and the Holy Spirit can be present for this. It’s far too deep, far too intimate. That moment when you grieve your past while sitting in amazement that you lived through it. And you lived through it with your mind and spirit still in tact, no excuse me, with your mind and spirit stronger in spite of it, it’s quite amazing really.
So while I nurse an injury of cutting the tip of my finger off less than 24 hours ago, not my idea of birthday magic, I choose to celebrate today. I will celebrate in my own way, with India Arie’s Private Party playing in my ears. This is the true celebration of life and living it. “I’m having a private party, learning how to love me, celebrating the woman I’ve become.”
I’ve always loved Columbus Day. My birthday is October 11th, so depending on how the week fell over the years, sometimes my birthday was on the holiday. That was always kinda exciting to me as a kid, a special day to have a birthday. But when I was a child I spake as a child, and when I became a woman I put away childish things. The idea that Columbus Day is presented to us as a day of celebration is something I have to leave in my youth because I know better now. Today believing Christopher Columbus quietly came over and discovered a “new” land is beyond ridiculous.
The lessons in those elementary classrooms never included a Q&A session, like what happened to the Native people who were already here when Columbus arrived? But in the few cases that Native Americans, (I refuse to call them Indians), were even discussed, it was presented to us school children as a peaceful negotiation between cultures, and that trades were made over food. I suppose our imaginations were left to assume that the Native people just gave up their land because it was asked for. However, the undeniable, and unadulterated truth is the Native people were slaughtered by the masses for their land. Columbus was a murderer who was credited for founding America through peaceful means because there was no one there to record otherwise. Period. So while this time of year is and will always be special to me, Columbus will not be in any way a part of my celebration.
#RethinkColumbusDay #Miseducation #ColumbusDay #NativeAmericans #1Corinthians13:11
If you’re like me, you need something lighthearted with all that’s going on in the country right now. So Mean Girls Day is right on time. “What day is it?” Aaron asked Cady in class. She answered, “October 3rd.” I saw this film for the 127th time a couple of months ago, quoting every line as usual. The Tina Fey classic unbelievably came out in 2004. What’s amazing to me is how much I love this movie even though I am well beyond the age of the characters, much closer to Tina’s age actually…. excuse me much much closer to Tina’s age. But I think it’s interesting how much of the vernacular from the film I still use in everyday conversation. I don’t remember quoting lines from the Breakfast Club from the 80’s, or Clueless in the 90’s, but Mean Girls was my jam…. real fans will catch that one. I’m still telling folks to stop trying to make fetch happen round these parts. So in celebration of the day I wanted to give props to this film that still makes me giggle like the first time I saw it. And you know you feel the same way, and youre like, I know right!!
Down to serious business, click the link below for the GoFundMe page in honor of Mean Girls Day that will go towards the National Compassion Fund, and will go to assist the victims of the Vegas Shooting. You go Glen Coco!!