We face many different birthday milestones in our lives: when we begin school, 16th, 18th, 21st, 30th, 40th, when we go on Social Security, 70th, and every year thereafter.
The first milestone: the age when we first begin school, an age that changed over the years. Back in "my day," we began kindergarten at five, those who attended, and first grade at six. I attended kindergarten for a short time until we moved from right outside Randolph AFB into San Antonio. The base had kindergarten, but Ben Millum didn't. Therefore, I had to get through the summer before I could go to first grade.
The next age milestone is the sixteenth birthday. I wanted a party, but that didn't happen. We lived in Midwest City, and I was going into my junior year in August. I had found a home in the new school, Star-Spencer High School, and looked forward to my junior year. I started school that year, and the Air Force transferred my father to Loring AFB, Maine. What a disappointing late birthday present. I did make it to sweet sixteen without being kissed, but ...
Then comes the BIG eighteenth birthday. No part for that birthday either because we were in the middle of a move back to Oklahoma. However, I did have a date the night of my birthday before we pulled out the next morning. Before I was nineteen, I married Robert Zabel.
Everyone wants to be twenty-one for different reasons. I wanted to be able to vote, not drink. We lived in Pampa, Texas, and I was the mother of an eighteen-month-old little girl named Rene.
The going horror story was the thirtieth birthday began the downhill slide into old age. HA! I did have a date with my husband while my parents watched our three kiddos, but otherwise it was just another birthday.
The fortieth birthday signaled the "over the hill" event. What it signaled to me was I had two grandchildren. Apparently we started young every generation in my family. The fortieth was just another birthday, though.
The next milestone is the age when one begins Social Security. I began at an early age because I had to take disability at fifty-eight, seven years after I became a great-grandmother. However, every birthday was just another one.
Now the seventieth birthday is supposed to be a MAJOR milestone. Mine is next month, July 28. Will it be just another day? Who knows; I don't. I'd like to celebrate some way with people I love. Maybe I'll spend the day being thankful to have the ones I love.