Gomberg: We do birthdays all backward, spending too much time celebrating the wrong person

Sure, coming into existence is miraculous, but to be fair, my mom deserves almost all the credit for my grand entrance. I certainly take credit for my son Harvey’s arrival. All he did was multiply like a little (adorable and perfect) virus, while I hauled his butt around for nine months simultaneously growing a new organ to sustain him. No, it’s fine, son, I’ll just rearrange my insides so you can play soccer with my kidneys and make putting on my shoes feel like an Olympic ev