Why My Birthday Will Never Be Mine


With time I’ve seen more loved ones approach birthdays in a self-deprecating way. Some don’t want to acknowledge the age, or don’t want to celebrate, or forget to.

My birth day could be categorized as a story of time. I was due on March 15th but my mom hoped for earlier, partly because it’s the Ides of March and partly because she wanted me to be born before her birthday, March 14th. She wanted to have me at age 30, not 31.

So, naturally, I was eight days late. And after so much waiting – big, uncomfortable, so ready – it all happened fast. Dad wanted to stop for coffee at QuikTrip, he jokes he wanted to hang in the La-Z-Boy chair in the hospital room. Instead, he ran all the red lights, barely parking and making it upstairs. Nineteen minutes from our arrival I was brought into the world by our nurse, Kathy, who my parents loved. She said she always listened to her patients. My mom was so appreciative of that.

Dad says he still can visualize it, exactly what I looked like. They both said then that I didn’t look more like either one of them, that I looked like myself. They echo this today, telling me to just be the best, most lit up version of me.

They say it’s the most amazing thing on the planet, you can’t even describe the wonder and awe. And that they remember looking at my fingers and toes, just holding my hands and looking at how long my fingers were. My black hair and blue eyes. My sister got an “I’m a big sister” pin and my grandparents came. The three who are still with us will be together again at my wedding this spring. That’s the thing about time, sometimes it comes full circle, skips backward and forward, is shared across generations. My mom was born the exact same way, with Grandpa hardly parking the car in time. I think about how much we share.

In an individualistic culture, birthdays are specifically dedicated to the person born. Why aren’t they more about the parents? The family, the ones who remember it, those people whose lives are changed inextricably by this exact person born, their specific life and the precise manner it unfolds. We share this life from the beginning. Eventually, these memories become emphasized and eclipsed by something bigger than the individual events themselves: the people who comprise them. A birthday is so much more than the year before and after it. For this reason, my birthday will never be about me.


BY Bre Arends - March 24, 2019

Did you know W&D now has a resource library of  Printable Art, Templates, Freebies, and more?

take me there 

Arrow Alone

Get Our Best W&D Resources

for designing a life well-lived


add a comment

  1. Why My Birthday Will Never Be Mine – Business Blog

    March 24th, 2019 at 1:15 pm

    […] Continue reading Why My Birthday Will Never Be Mine at Wit & Delight. […]

  2. coupon

    March 25th, 2019 at 9:09 am

    Nice post enjoy every bit of it.
    Best Deals & Coupons. We have 12569 offers from 6122 stores. Start saving now. Diet Direct Free Shipping. Dermagist 5% OFF. Cheesecake.com Sale.

  3. John Arends

    March 25th, 2019 at 3:18 pm

    So wonderful to read this today, Bre, on Monday, March 25, which is my mom’s birthday…and two days after spending yours with your wonderful family! Thanks for sharing your origin story. I now know why your dad is in such great shape. He’s been running and riding every day since dashing up those steps 27 years ago!

  4. kaitertott

    March 25th, 2019 at 4:44 pm

    I really love this look! I always call my mom on my birthday and tell her “happy birthing day!” because let’s face it, she put in much more work than me on that day!

  5. C

    March 29th, 2019 at 8:23 am

    When I first saw this title my mind immediately jumped to a different conclusion. My birthday will also never be mine. 4 months ago, on my birthday, my (partner’s) sweet niece was stillborn completely unexpectedly and full term. My birthday stopped the second we found out and I will now forever honour her on our shared birthday.

  6. Lara

    July 24th, 2019 at 5:41 pm

    If some one desires expert view regarding blogging and site-building afterward i advise
    him/her to pay a quick visit this weblog, Keep up the pleasant work.

  7. Jessica

    September 25th, 2019 at 5:54 pm

    I have never thought of birthday this way! I think this is a very unique and interesting outlook. The more I think about it, the more I agree with you. It should be more about the parents. They’re the ones who put in all the work, from the birth all the way until the children move out and even after.

Leave a Reply

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *


Why Decorating Your Home Is Good for Your Mental Health

What 10 Years of Blogging Taught Me

The Hidden Benefits of Being Incredibly Uncomfortable

6 Easy-to-Grow, Can’t Kill Houseplants for Beginners

The Golden Rule: A Dream Career Built From Love, Loss and Resilience

Introvert Dating An Extrovert? Here’s How To Make It Work

Tornadoes to Tablescapes: Life Inside the Lifestyle Blog

Black, White and Love All Over

Marriage – A Requirement of Commitment?

Women vs. Women, and a Little Thing Called “Self-Respect”

Homemade Green Tea and Honey Mask

An Apartment of Firsts: A Personal Story

How to Make a DIY Holiday Wreath with Little Effort and High Reward

Kate's Picks: A Guide to 23 of My Favorite Twin Cities Shops

W&D Holiday Gift Guide: Kate's 13 Favorite Things from 2019

How to Welcome a Guest When You Don't Have a Guest Room

An Order of Rage with My Coffee, Please

An Easy Holiday Dinner You Can Make for Guests in No Time


Arrow Alone

the latest

Thank you for being here. For being open to enjoying life’s simple pleasures and looking inward to understand yourself, your neighbors, and your fellow humans! I’m looking forward to chatting with you.

Hi, I'm Kate. Welcome to my happy place.

Easily navigate all our recommended products across beauty, fashion, decor, and wellness. 

SHOP W&D Loves ›