Today is my birthday. It's really not a big deal. I wouldn't be upset if you forgot my birthday, but I'm thankful if you remember. My best friend called me this morning to wish me a happy day, then my dad, my mom, my brother, my daughter and my son ... in that order. Then, I got on Facebook and I was overwhelmed with well wishes from childhood friends all the way from California to high school friends from Green Forest, Ark., college friends from everywhere and current "work" friends from Little Rock. It's been really, really sweet. I love my friends and family!
My daughter bought me some gifts, but it really meant something to me that she took me to lunch ... spent her own hard-earned money to buy me lunch. We had a great lunch and a great visit. I'm grateful that my son actually remembered.
So, here's the question? Should I expect more than that from my son? Why is it that girls are expected to remember and then take care of it? And boys ... or men ... just get credit for remembering stuff, and don't actually have to do anything about it? Is that fair? Am I setting up my son someday to be in trouble with his wife or girlfriend for only remembering her birthday and not actually buying the card? I don't know. I've done my best, and I apologize to her ahead of time and take my share of the blame for his raising. And, I will use the old standby ... boys will be boys.
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