I was born on August 15th. As other summer babies know, this means a lifetime of never celebrating my birthday at school. No bringing cupcakes to class and no giggling with my girlfriends during first period because today was the day and there would be cake.
Before we go any further, let me be clear. This is not a woe-is-me tale.
I loved my summer birthdays. I was shy, see, and through shy eyes and ears, birthday fun looks and sounds terrifying. People you normally love throng together; they surround you, they scream, they sing and they want you to open their present rightnowthisminute–don’tyouloveit? It’s a nightmare of noise and expectation.
Instead of all that, I shared my birthdays with my gramps who was born 6 days and 61 years before me. We swam with family, ate homemade mint chip ice cream pie and opened plenty of presents. They were perfect celebrations.
The legacy of my summer birthday is this: I prefer a quieter birthday. A small group of family and friends, a dinner, and maybe some mint chip pie.
This year? I’m stopping in SF to squeeze my baby niece and catch up with an old friend. Then I’ll spend two nights on the coast with my husband and parents. No tv, no phone and no computer. Just time to listen to the waves and enjoy these baby kicks while they still belong to me.
I’ve got my birthday down pat. But as a mom-to-be, I’m thinking ahead of ways to make my little one’s birthdays extra special. What are your birthday traditions?