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When I was nearly 17-years-old, I moved from my Dad’s in CA back to my Mom’s place. She had just relocated from Colorado to Arizona and was managing a restaurant in Chandler called, Sideburns. I was in 11th grade and enrolling at Chandler High School, where I would be reunited with some of my old friends from 9th grade when I had lived there a couple of years before.
My Mom the Cheerleader
My mom was a very outgoing woman and people genuinely liked her. She easily made new friends anywhere and everywhere she went. She was a magnet so by time I arrived in Arizona she already had a posse of peeps.
She had also already arraigned a “surprise” birthday party for me.
When my birthday arrived, I was told to be at Sideburns at a specific time that evening and so I was.
I walked into a packed restaurant all decorated in birthday fare. There were tons of people who showed up for my party, almost all of which were complete strangers to me. They were also all adults of varying ages; none younger than 25.
I think my mom wanted to be sure something special happened on my birthday since I didn’t really know that many people locally and had only just arrived back. Mind you, this is all before we had this wonderful thing we call the internet, to connect and re-connect, so it wasn’t like I had sent out a FaceBook invite to all of my real friends.
Anyhow, it was a fun night, but what made it fun and quite funny was the fact that my mom got my age wrong and had told everyone I was turning 18 (not 17). Of course all of the decorations said “Happy 18th Birthday” as did the amazingly decadent Hershey Cake the restaurant’s cook had made me.
Zip My Lips
I kept my mouth shut [except to eat cake] and never corrected anyone at the party because I did not want to embarrass my mom, but when we got home…well, let’s just say that although I still had leftover cake to eat, my mom was eating crow instead.
My mom had so thoroughly confused herself about my age that year, that every single year that followed — up until she died, she always got my age wrong. Which, by the way, made her get her own age wrong as well because we were exactly 20-years apart! So unlike most people who say they are younger than they are, my mom always thought she and I were a year older than we were.
Did your parents ever celebrate your wrong birthday?