Monday was my official birthday, and I had decided quite some weeks ago that I wanted to celebrate by taking the children bowling. We haven’t been since we moved here, and, well, what’s the fun of having a birthday if you can’t have a party with your eight best friends? The bowling alley even had a surprise deal where, for only $50, we could bowl for two hours, shoes included, eat two pizzas and drink two pitchers of soda. Several times, small and not-so-small people slid over, slipped their arms around me, and whispered, “This is the best birthday ever!”
Celebrating my birthday like this is a habit I got into because of Davey’s deployment and training schedule. He couldn’t really be counted on to plan a proper celebration – or even to be home! – and then people would be disappointed because they weren’t sure they’d given me the Best Birthday Ever, and that is the goal of each year’s celebration, don’t you know. So I took all the pressure off and started planning my own day, and sometimes a whole week! I always choose a family-friendly activity, and usually a meal out (Chinese take-out this year), and I have even purchased my own gifts. (Not this year, though!)
No angst. Happy family. Best birthday ever, every year.
I just think there are enough things to worry about in this life. Mama’s birthday shouldn’t be one of them.
Do you plan, or help plan, your birthday celebrations?