My son had his 28th birthday last Friday. He has the same birthday as John Lennon. He relates more to sharing his birthday with Leif Eriksson.
Today, we celebrate him as a family.
It won’t be more than having a small gathering for dinner at home with a menu that he wants (chicken schnitzel, mashed potatoes and gravy, sauerkraut, coleslaw, and pickled beets). He doesn’t want a cake. He doesn’t like cake so much and he still has two cakes at his home from his friends. So, my husband and I got him a one-serving pumpkin cheesecake, with some apple crisp for the rest of us we baked a few days ago. And ice cream of course. You must have ice cream for birthday celebrations.
I already gave him a birthday gift. It was a down blanket and some belay glasses he really wanted for rock climbing.
He and his sister both get off work after 5pm. I’ll have dinner waiting here at 6pm. They will most likely be back home before 9pm.
When my kids for young, birthdays were a big deal. I always believed you should celebrate YOU, when you first came into this world. There are no other days in your life where you get to rejoice for being you.
I threw elaborate parties for my kids. No, they weren’t Kardashian-style elaborate, but we had plenty of balloons and streamers, cake and ice-cream, and as many or little friends they wanted to invite.
We’d play silly games like Pin the tail on the donkey, water balloon toss, or anything that made the kids squeal with joy.
I think I may have gone a little over the birthday celebrations for them because I didn’t have birthday parties when I was a child. My mom and brother were born on the same day, and my birthday was two days after theirs. For convenience, we were all lumped together and had a cake on their birthday, usually…