>Twenty some years ago today, the day was hot and boring in the small town in Ohio where I grew up. We weren’t at the pool, and I was out of ideas. Or maybe I didn’t even try to come up with anything. I just did what any kid would do in that situation, I said, “Mom, I’m bored. What can I do?”
My mom said:
Climb a tree!
Ride your bike!
Read a book!
Write a song!
So I took a little notebook and a little pen and I sat down in the grass on the south side of the house, near the rabbit ears and I wrote the following song:
A, B, C!
1, 2, 3!
19th of July
Most people don’t remember the second verse:
I showed the song to my mom, who shared it with my dad. And the 19th of July was officially born. For the next 10 or 15 years, I had to endure, on a yearly basis, such taunting as, “Hey! Megan! It’s the 19th of July! Let’s all sing the song!” It was miserable.
And then one year I spent the summer away at college, and came home for a weekend, coincidentally on the 19th of July. There was a giant banner across the dining room, “Happy 19th of July, Megan!” And I thought, “If you can’t beat them, join them!”
So it started with just Happy 19th of July wishes, and the occasional card. And Dave wasn’t on board with celebrating this made up holiday of mine until I started serving cake. Once I got a balloon from my friend Laura, who was also the first person to wish me well today. Oh, and I have to give credit to Ellie, who put a 19th of July reminder on our mommy board calendar at least 2 years ago!
The gifts come mostly from myself though.
Having a birthday on the nation’s holiday hangover day means you have to sometimes make your own special days!
So comment away and wish me well and win a prize! Details to follow!
OK, I came up with a prize that isn’t totally lame. I’ll put all comments into a hat and have Luke choose one on Monday evening. Any comments on any post from now until then will be entered into the contest. Good luck!