Diapers for my Birthday!

30 years ago....

Yesterday was my birthday.  I turned 30.  I spent the morning on the phone with my mother going over what was left on our baby registry.  Those things that we didn’t get, but desperately need.  Number one (and number two) on the list?  Diapers.

I guess that is how you truly know you’re an adult.  That year when you go from asking for dolls—video games—American Eagle gift cards—a Kindle, to diapers.   I’m getting diapers for my birthday and strangely, I am very excited!

Why am I excited?  Well, brand spanking new cloth diapers mean I’m having a baby soon. It means that I am an adult, capable of knowing the difference between wants (an xbox kinect) and needs (cloth diapers)

It also means I’m alive.  I’ve made it to another birthday.  Another year of life.

I know so many people (especially women) who whine and complain about “getting old” You know, those women who turn 29 or 39 every year, even after they get that AARP card in the mail and are collecting Social Security. “Oh of course I’m only 39……but don’t forget I get the Senior price on that coffee!!”

I am 30.  And I am blessed.

Maybe it’s just how I was raised.  My mom only turned 39 once, and I found it very odd that other kid’s moms were 39 for 10 birthdays.  My mother was also big on celebrating birthdays.  We had streamers and balloons.  Bowling parties with goodie bags. Cake, ice cream and whatever I wanted for dinner.  Not a birthday went by without celebration, and that is just how it should be!

Maybe it is because I have seen too many lives cut short. By the time I was 21 I’d gone to two funerals for friends who took their lives.  It seems almost weekly I hear of a child who dies of cancer, or a mother who miscarried. Classmates killed in accidents. Parents of friends who died before getting to meet their grandchildren.  Life can be taken in the blink of an eye.  We need to embrace each year.  Each day. Each moment.

I’m not trying to be over the top on this at all, but it truly bothers me to hear people complain about their upcoming Birthday  “Ugh, just one step closer to death”  or “I can’t believe I’m soooo old!!”   I know plenty of people who would love one more year, one more birthday and what a slap in the face it is to complain about having that privilege.

I’m 30.  I couldn’t be happier to have made it to this year! Every year is another chance to have the best year of your life.  It’s not one step closer to death, it’s one more opportunity to LIVE.   So celebrate!!  Embrace each birthday!!  Be grateful for each and every pack of diapers you unwrap!


  1. Sharon says:

    I’m happy for each birthday I have. I’m proud of my age. So happy you love your birthday present. Soon you will be a new Mother. I’m so happy for you & Dave. Pretty picture of you.

  2. Liz {Learning to Juggle} says:

    I adore your outlook and couldn’t agree more!! I hope you had a wonderful birthday and you and your girlie enjoy the new diapers!!

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