I was fortunate this week to be able to attend my daughter’s 1st grade class birthday celebration. Before the children were allowed to eat their cupcakes, the teacher asked them to look at the birthday girl and tell her something they like about her.
I stood there and listened to 24 children tell my daughter why she is special. Things like, “You’re a good runner”, “You’re great at reading” and “You’re my BFF” were spoken and it took all that I had not to embarrass my daughter by crying.
It got me thinking. Why do we stop celebrating our birthdays?
Most adults I know don’t have birthday parties. Sure some celebrate milestone years, like turning the big 4-0, but most of us, myself included, associate birthday parties with children. I haven’t had a birthday party since I was 16-years-old.
We aren’t children, but maybe if we allowed some of the spotlight children get on their birthdays to shine on ourselves, we would be happier. Wouldn’t it be nice to have a group of your friends look at you and say things like, “You make the best brownies in the world!” or “You have great hair!”
I vow to have a birthday party for myself next year. I have a whole 11 months to start planning. And you, my friends, have that long to think of all the things you like about me.