Why do we have birthdays… sure, it happens the same time every year… but is it social tradition, is it our zodiac sign making the yearly occurrence, is it celebrating our future or documenting our past, but why do we celebrate it. I know I get more excited celebrating my son’s birthdays possibly because I am celebrating the anniversary of their birth. Birthdays are good for you, statistically showing the person who has the most, lives the longest.
So, I have already concluded that age doesn’t determine maturity… but what does the number of years really mean. Is it a timeline just like cars… to know when you need to change the oil, replace the tires, or when the transmission is ready to break down. This timeline contains variables such as what model it is, where it lives it life, and how well it is maintained.
As a child, I remember birthday parties and the excitement leading up to the big day. I know with each birthday, I was allowed a special incentive for triumph. Like being allowed to stay up later, extended curfew, increase in allowance, added privileges and more independent freedom. As an adult, unless it’s a milestone, it’s really just another day to give opportunity for family and friends to recognize you and to feel their love. Birthdays as a child represented growing up. Like when I was “10” I was in the double digits, then “12” I was a pre-teen, then “13” yeah a real teenager… then the big step “16” I could get my drivers license. Then it goes on, to be old enough to buy alcohol, get into restricted movies, and get your own place. I think as an adult we think of it as “our day” a special day to be honored and rewarded for your accomplishments. Birthdays are just another way for us to celebrate who we are and where we came from.
So, I celebrated my birthday a few days ago with my family and it was a wonderful day and I wouldn’t have change a thing. We kind of make our birthdays roll into weekends or a week depending on what day it lands on in the calendar. It’s more fun that way and it’s our family tradition.
You know you are getting old when getting luck means, you can find your car in the parking lot. Happy days!
So, I have already concluded that age doesn’t determine maturity… but what does the number of years really mean. Is it a timeline just like cars… to know when you need to change the oil, replace the tires, or when the transmission is ready to break down. This timeline contains variables such as what model it is, where it lives it life, and how well it is maintained.
As a child, I remember birthday parties and the excitement leading up to the big day. I know with each birthday, I was allowed a special incentive for triumph. Like being allowed to stay up later, extended curfew, increase in allowance, added privileges and more independent freedom. As an adult, unless it’s a milestone, it’s really just another day to give opportunity for family and friends to recognize you and to feel their love. Birthdays as a child represented growing up. Like when I was “10” I was in the double digits, then “12” I was a pre-teen, then “13” yeah a real teenager… then the big step “16” I could get my drivers license. Then it goes on, to be old enough to buy alcohol, get into restricted movies, and get your own place. I think as an adult we think of it as “our day” a special day to be honored and rewarded for your accomplishments. Birthdays are just another way for us to celebrate who we are and where we came from.
So, I celebrated my birthday a few days ago with my family and it was a wonderful day and I wouldn’t have change a thing. We kind of make our birthdays roll into weekends or a week depending on what day it lands on in the calendar. It’s more fun that way and it’s our family tradition.
You know you are getting old when getting luck means, you can find your car in the parking lot. Happy days!
