Birthday Smirthday

White Trash in a Mink Coat/Blog     By: Patty Collins-King

Birthday Smirthday                                          November 13, 2017

Of course I love my birthday–NOW—mainly because I’m upright. But I did go through a time when I dreaded my birthday but not because of my age. I dreaded my birthday because that is the day that I missed momma the most. She was the first to call. She was excited. She was glad that I was born! Daddy was too, even though he always called me the day before. That’s when he took momma to the hospital and as soon as I would say hello, he’d say, “I just thought about it and I’m a day early! 🙂 I didn’t really care. I was just excited that I got the call!

6th Wing~~~~~~~~~~~~~

I have had a few birthdays come without the delight of cake and ice cream. Like when 52 rolled around I was diagnosed. When 53 rolled around I was communicating with an oncologist at UNC, asking if she would take my triple negative breast can-sur case. She was reportedly making big news in the field of TNBC. 54—I don’t remember. Chemo does that, however I did know that I was alive—so there’s that! 🙁 And of course momma never saw past 50—and there’s that too!

The other years tumbled on and in between those, I did get to relish in planning a 50th birthday party for my husband. I was a woman on a mission! Especially since he is two and a half years younger than me, and isn’t that the best time to tell him he is old too? Seriously! 🙂

There has been a constant, usually during my birthday week, and even when life was bringing me down, it was always like a gift. A huge gift! The Country Music Awards! I love country music—you’ll hear me say that a million times—but every year the ceremony continued for MY BIRTHDAY! Yes. MY BIRTHDAY! The fire was always laid. The wine was always open—well, that didn’t happen on some of those years— But, the candles were always burning and the volume was always on 50!

I feel grateful, joy and you-go-girl this month and I don’t feel old. I feel blessed that if nothing happens I will hit 7 years can-sur free on Thanksgiving Day. Woot-Woot! This November I also hit 59 and as my sister so eloquently put it, “…to the last of the roaring 50’s!” So I think I’ll go out like a lion. Age is hard. Life is hard. But year after year we somehow manage to find the good, the strength we need, the blessings! I think this year I’m gonna glance in the mirror—Smile—And enjoy the patterns of life on my face before I put on my favorite camo pajamas. And then I’m going to light that candle, pour that glass of wine, sit in front of that TV and feel my age. Young! Oh so very Young and Upright!!!

I hope you country music fans joined me in watching the awards, and I also hope our voices were heard singing all around the world!!! If you’re not a country music fan, pick another song and sing! Just sing until all is right in your world! 🙂

Dream Big, Smile Often,

Love, Patty