Yesterday was an interesting day. The morning began with me waking up late, experiencing a 10 minute delay on the subway resulting in getting to work late. While we’re on the topic of work, yesterday also happened to be the day that a monstrous amount of work had to be done that day, period, no exceptions. Oh, and it also happened to be my birthday and I sort of had the closest thing to a quarter to mid-life crisis I’ve ever had.
Now mothers are a special breed of people. They intrinsically know when something a little extra is needed. She’d already said her ‘happy birthday’ to me earlier in the day, but I got a call later yesterday evening that made up for everything else that day. She played my birthday song over the phone.
Back in the 80s we had this flimsy plastic record my mother would play every year, often when I least suspected it. She’d have the record player all set up and when I wasn’t paying attention she’d just turn it on. I’d sigh and roll my eyes as rockets shot off through the speakers and a squeaky alien-like voice would sing, “My name is Zoom, and I live on the moon, but I came down to earth just to sing you this tune.” They had one for just about every standard and typical American name, but I was the only one of my siblings who got to hear this record.
Time went on and eventually the record was lost. Despite being embarrassed every time she’d play it, I missed that little voice wishing me a happy birthday. Well it turns out that as mothers go, mine’s pretty resourceful. It seems the song’s been re-recorded and put on a CD, which my mother bought, and played for me. I’d never been so happy to hear that goofy song.
If you’re interested, here’s where you can get your own, and here’s a site that compares the two different versions.
For anyone who cares, and can play WMA files (moms can rip songs and, though I swear walking her through switching the format to MP3, e-mail the WMA file to me), here’s mine in its entirety: WMA