I secretly get excited about my birthday every year. But since leaving my mothers nest at 18 they have NEVER been the same. On Wednesday I turned 34, hoping to wake up to the smells of hot pancakes on the griddle, bacon frying and fresh squeezed o.j. (o.k. I never got fresh o.j.). The anticipation of my birthday was the best feeling in the world as a child. We always got special attention with reminders from Mom and Dad. We'd plan friend birthday parties and sleepovers, we'd plan what we were going to eat, what kind of cake we were going to have and most of all what gifts we were going to get. I never minded going to school on my birthday because Mom would always make the best treats. In 5th grade my Mom had balloons and candy bars delivered for the whole class.
After all these years I've finally come to realize (yes, I'm a little slow) that the reason it's so different is because life keeps on going it doesn't stop like it did as a child (although maybe it should). I should have taken the day "off", but that would mean not changing any dirty diapers, no breakfast or lunch for Ian and no dinner made (I guess we could have made a run to Wendy's).
My husband did take me out to lunch (Carinos) and then we went to Sears and bought a new food processor. He also brought me flowers and a very sweet card. So, I can't complain it wasn't a "bad" day, it reminded me that those birthdays as a child are unforgettable and I hope my children have similar memories of their birthdays when they are grown.
Here's a cute Youtube video to watch
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yj6cbM-h8xg