Thoughts on (Happy) Birthdays

Isn’t it strange how the perception of one’s birthday changes over the years?

Look at my little one: He has been waiting for his birthday ever since his older brother had his (three months). He has been planning his perfect day with a perfect cake (rainbow cake!) and presents and pizza and a party (a few days later). When the day came, he seemed to absorb all of it with an intensity only children have. He loved every minute of it. Loved his cake and his presents and bringing muffins to school to share with his class mates. He loved the attention he got at school. He would shout “It’s my birthday!” across the street to a neighbour. He prepared the party bags with care (thinking a lot about which coloured pencil to put into which bag, according to the colour preferences of his friends) and even made some for friends he could not invite (lack of space). His birthday was really the day. And he is so proud of being one year older now.

Now look at me: My birthday is shortly after his, and in a way I had been looking forward to it too. Not to officially being one year older (although it really is only one day…at a time), but to having a “special day”. Or a day to feel special. At the same time I felt a bit like this was a childish emotion. My mother said a few years ago that “birthdays do not matter so much any more as you get older” – that being meant as a sort of consolation for a birthday that was sucked up by dirty diapers and toddler’s needs. It did not make me fell any better though. Officially I agreed with her, laughing away any birthday ambitions, but secretly I thought: “But why can’t I have a special day anymore? Just because I am a mum myself now?”

Time has passed and now my kids are old enough to not only love their own birthdays but to want to make it a special day for me too. So little one made me a book with drawings and a story he wrote for me. And older one asked me what I would like to have as a present. Husband got me a cake and they all helped me eating it. They gave me a “morning off” so I could take my bike, ride to the beach and have a solitary walk there.

It was windy, almost stormy, but sunny. A friend of mine once said the North Sea was actually no proper sea since it was not blue but grey and muddy. On my birthday morning however it was looking rather  pretty – if not dazzling blue, it was at least blueish streaked with grey, with dramatic waves with foamy crests. The sky was blue, the sun was shining and the wind blew whisks of sand over the beach. I put the hood of my coat over my head (I foolishly had left my cosy hat at home, forgetting the rule that the wind always blows twice as hard at the beach as in our street), and for a while I just stood there and looked at the waves in front of me and at the thoughts in my head. I think I subconsciously sorted out life, universe and everything there on the beach, leaving me quite content and calm.

The rest of the day was partly birthday-ish and partly “normal”. Special things kept coming up. Ordering fancy food for dinner. Husband taking care of the bedtime rituals and the dishes.

In the evening both my sons asked me if I had a happy birthday. They really wanted to know, wanted to make sure I enjoyed “my” day as much as they had theirs.

And I did. I truly did.

Thank you family, for making me feel special.

6 thoughts on “Thoughts on (Happy) Birthdays

  1. Belated Happy Birthday! Sounds like you had a lovely one! It’s the birthday season out here too. Feb 10 was my son’s, March 1st will be my daughter’s and end of April will be mine. Unlike my kids, I do not look forward to it! Honestly, I do but I’m not too happy about getting older hahaha!

    • I am not so keen on the getting older thing too… 😉 But what can we do about it? Nothing… except for maybe trying to not look even older than we are….. 😉 Going to bed too late does not help, though. I do not really like my reflection in the mirror these mornings…. 😉

    • Another great gift is that now I am spending some time at the place where I was always happy… where we used to spend our holidays and where my mother now lives permanently… lots of green (garden, woods, meadows) and blue (sky and lake) and grey (mountains, now capped with snow), and a house I have known since I can remember.

  2. It is interesting how our feelings about birthdays change over the years. But I think the idea that it is somehow our “special” day remains the same, even as we change our mind about what special means. To a kid, it’s a more joyous celebration. For adults, it’s usually more low-key but we still want to be pampered a bit and know that people care about us.
    I try to never “expect” anything from my family but they usually do a good job of making sure I have a nice birthday. And I’m glad that yours was special too 🙂 Happy belated birthday!

    • Thank you! – You won’t believe it, but my youngest started to talk about his next birthday today… with almost 11 months to go!! I tried to gently explain to him that his next birthday is not yet really very prominent on my agenda… but I think he did not really understand why. 😉

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