Birthdays. What do we celebrate? Getting old, having lived and enjoyed life, the person itself or life in general? I am not sure. May be all of these together.
I recently had a birthday. Still celebrating. Yes, I turned 25 again. Considered having a big birthday party. And then decided against it. I decided it will be much nicer to have small gatherings with different friends – coffee and cake, small dinner.
When I was a little girl I never had birthday parties. My mother is quite shy and does not enjoy having guests. So there you go. I do not even remember having a birthday cake. I may be did but no hoopla, no big thing made out of it so I do not remember it. I remember when I was third grade that my father came with this big chocolate cake in three layers. THREE LAYERS!!! He used to take me to a pastry shop in the best hotel in town at the time (it was only one, or may be two hotels in town anyways), and I used to watch those cakes at the window display with awe and desire. So he must have guessed I want one. My father has plenty of short comings but some things he did right. I was overjoyed and ran downstairs to my best friend, who lived in the condo below us, to invite her to my birthday cake devouring session. The first time I had an actual birthday party was 8th grade in the English Language Highschool. My classmates came carrying a big teddy bear for me. Still have it. We ate sandwiches, I danced to Depeche Mode and then we all went to a music festival.
Later on, in my 20s, I would throw a party for my birthday and have plenty of fun, mostly at university. And then slowly I just started having dinners with friends, or a quite dinner at home with my family. The only one who has truly put a lot of efforts to celebrate my birthdays in the best possible way is my husband. Thank you so much my dear, I do appreciate that!:)
I actually love birthdays. Mine, when I am taken to a nice place, or just simply taken care of, but mostly my daughter’s. I celebrate her, for the wonderful little girl that she is, and just generally wish to give her all these nice experiences with friends and family. And yes, I am doing it so that she could feel that she is the center of the whole universe for one day. I know she is the center of my universe. And I would enjoy throwing a birthday party for her each year until she decides to do it herself. What I am truly truly hoping is that our world will still be a nice one when she grows up and that she will be very very happy, doing whatever she chooses to do with her life! Along with all the other children of this world. So totally, I can celebrate birthdays in order to celebrate life. And hope.