I did manage to remind my children on 2 or 27 occasions yesterday that I deserved to be treated with kindness ... because ... IT'S MY BIRTHDAY FOR CRYING OUT LOUD.
Those kind of reminders are usually pointless, by the way.
What does come to mind, no matter how hard I shut my eyes or shake my head ...
37 was my mother's last birthday.
How could I be that old?
How could she be so young?