Friday, February 19, 2010

Birthdays!!!!



I don't like birthdays! Many of you might think what is wrong with her?. Well, there are many reasons for it. I think about how excited i always was about my birthdays when i was eight or nine. At the same time, there was a lot of frustrations and disappointments. Many times my parents could only afford to buy me a new dress, socks, maybe shoes and panties. There where no parties or celebrations. I possess one picture of me with a cake. The cake was fake. My mom took me to a photo studio and took my picture with the fake cake and a new dress. I had celebrated two birthdays in my life, my 15Th and my 21Th birthday. I will celebrate my 40Th.
I don't feel the need to celebrate birthdays for my children like other parents do. However,
i think it is a great thing if the child enjoy it and knows what is going on. I don't want to deprive my children of such an important event in their life but, i think it is important that they understand and embrace their childhood. I like the idea of bringing a cake to my children school and being able to share that special day in my children's life with their classmates. The benefit to this no stress about it.
There were many dresses and different colors. I remember one very particular with dots. I loved the socks with long strings on the side with a little hanging ball to pull it from. I loved my new panties with a lots of ruffles that formed a big flower. I loved my hair which my mom combed in a very particular way to made me look like i was never going to grow up. I loved that
for that day maybe they could afford to take me to the city and visit my favorite ice cream store.
I also loved that for that one day my mother would forget to whip me for any little thing i did. This was the best part. I use to love birthdays i just don't know what it is about growing up that
makes us indifferent to such small little joys.


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1 comment:

  1. Birthdays were originally celebrated as achievements when infant and child mortality rates were shockingly high. Long ago a friend and I were stumbling around a very old cemetery. There were predominantly three kinds of graves:

    children under the age of five,
    women of child bearing age, and
    people over the age of 55.

    Surviving into adulthood is taken for granted by most Americans today. It wasn't so long ago that it wasn't.

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