Birthday blues

It was my birthday a few days ago, and I'm pretty sure my Mom forgot about it. I called her the day before to let her know we would be out of town and that I probably would not have my cell, and though she chimed in quickly with a "happy birthday," I doubt she would have called. I remember this summer on the twins' birthday, which she used to live for (see elaborate homemade cupcakes she made just a year prior), I finally called her in the afternoon to see if she wanted to talk to the kids. It's shocking, in a way, because family holidays were everything to her. At the same time, it's personally a little hurtful. Irrational, I know. But still hurtful.