Birthdays.. the word conjures up memories of balloons, cake and pin the tail on the donkey (weren’t those games always lame?). As a child, birthdays were second in importance of holidays. Only Christmas was more important. You would agonize over which friends to invite and what to put on your wish list.
Some adults fear and dread their coming birthdays because they mark another year closer to old age and death. They fight getting older. Just go to the make-up isle of any store to see that. The cosmetics industry makes tons of money off that fear. I remember that my mom never would admit her true age. She would tell everyone (each and every year) that this was her 25th birthday. We weren’t quite that gullible. We would tease her about WHICH 25th birthday this one was.
It isn’t about gifts and cards- and I’m sure that Hallmark would never tell you that! Don’t you agree that a hug or a heartfelt letter is more meaningful than a cake, candles, or piñata? Birthdays should simply be a celebration of a person’s existence by the people who impact their lives. Instead we should celebrate the wonder of the day and thank the person for sharing their life with us. After all.. we are the lucky ones and have them in our lives!