The trouble with five is that it’s significant.
When I was growing up, November 5th was significant because it was my Dad’s birthday.
After I met my husband, September 5th became significant because that is his birthday.
Then, October 5th became significant, because in 2002, that’s the day my father passed away. Exactly one month before his 53rd birthday.
I was put on bed rest on June 5th, 2009, which I stayed on for three months (the remainder of my pregnancy.)
It’s strange, right? The significance of five.
I am already (irrationally) scared of my son’s fifth birthday. Five is such a milestone, and it’s such a significant number…what will it mean when he turns five? And oh my goodness think of the party planning. The yellow birthday party will have to be blown out of the water.
(See, you guys, I am ridiculous.)
But today, I reflect on the significance of five, because today would’ve been my Dad’s birthday, and for a long time, both October 5th and November 5th were emotionally debilitating for me.
Today I am ok. Today I am doing better. Today I remember the wonderful celebration of my Dad I shared with my family just one month ago.
And I reflect on the significance of five.
*This is also the last day to sign up for NaBloPoMo, (National Blog Posting Month) a blogging exercise where you are challenged to write EVERY DAY for the entire month. I am going for it!
*See how significant 5 is? I am starting a writing challenge…on the 5th!
*Is that enough talk about 5 for you? Come back any day this month where hopefully the writing will be better and the date will be less significant.