What do you do for . . .
New Years? Valentine’s Day? What about Fat Tuesday or . . . your birthday?
What handed-down birthday traditions do you embrace?
This week, each of my posts will be about Birthday.
In my family, birthdays include parties, cake, presents and singing ‘the song’. My birthday is a horn-blowing and confetti-throwing celebration of my life and I enjoy sharing that day with folks like you. I love cake! Carrot, Red Velvet, and German Chocolate are among some of my favorites, however cupcakes and chocolate chip cookies will do. Anticipation blooms like fluttering butterflies in my stomach when I receive packages dressed in shiny paper with fancy bows, especially when there’s one box wrapped inside another and another. (It’s about the unwrapping, the anticipation rather than the present inside.) And, no matter where I am in the world on my birthday, my family calls and sings ‘Happy Birthday’ to me.
However, over the years, people, practical strangers have rudely accosted me with a slur about my birthday. Eyes rolling and sniffing, they ask, “Don’t you just hate your birthday?”
Let me shout it from the rooftop for all to hear. No! I love it!
I had the good fortune of being born on December 24th. To those who don’t understand, let me offer this perspective.
Does the whole world celebrate for your birthday? Do they put up lights and garland–for at least a month before your birthday? Do business close early on the appointed day? Do people give more kindness to others? It’s happens each and every year during my birthday time.
December 24th is my birthday. I embrace it and celebrate accordingly. Besides, let’s face it, I have no clue what it’s like to have a birthday on any other day of the year.
What are your birthday traditions?