Day 21 It’s spring so it’s Birthday Season around here.
All three of my boys have spring Birthdays, as did my mom, all within 6 weeks of each other. The middle “kid’s” Birthday is today. I am reminded of many traditions my family had. The Birthday person decided what was for dinner that evening. It could be homemade or from a restaurant. As I write this, I realize that most dinner requests were made at home – awwww.
The Birthday kid also got to pick what kind of cake he wanted. During the time we had a cookie store in the mall, it would be “ice cream cake, cookie cake, ice cream cake.” Once it left we had three ice cream cakes within that 6 week time frame. (Even those who love ice cream cake get tired of it eventually.) We quickly learned we had to let it sit out longer than the directions stated, or we couldn’t cut it. Just thinking of that makes my palm feel bruised from the pressure on the knife!
Presents were always a hit or miss, kind of like Christmas. I like to think I helped my boys prepare for life not always meeting their expectations. Sigh. The wrong Lego kit (maybe he didn’t give me the right number), a book already read, and clothes that were not quite right all helped them learn that lesson.
These particular three boys fought a lot as kids. Most of it was arguing, and occasionally they would jump on each other. One Birthday the two oldest were arguing about something during the Birthday dinner. The youngest ran and hid behind a couch. When I finally found him, his little dejected face exclaimed, “They are ruining my Birthday!” They kind of were. Once we finally got everyone back on track, dinner was cold. (But, the ice cream cake was cuttable.)
My favorite tradition was singing Happy Birthday as the cake was carried in. For some reason, my family, most of whom CAN sing, would always sing in the most off key way possible. It didn’t matter whose Birthday it was – theirs, their cousins, friends or grandparents. They sang loudly, off key and goofily.
My husband and I took some treats (no ice cream cake this time) over to the Birthday Boy’s house, along with his presents. When we lit the candle and carried it in, we all sang Happy Birthday loudly, and wobbly. Happy Birthday Season. I smiled as I sang.