Last weekend we celebrated David’s half birthday. Seven AND A HALF years old, this one.
Seven and a half years is also how long it took me to come up with the tradition of putting a few pieces of birthday cake in the freezer a la the first anniversary wedding cake tradition. The white chocolate morsels had absorbed the florescent green dye, but aside from that they were great. When I served them David was really excited, “I remember these!”
Freezing cake, I think, will become our tradition (when there’s leftover cake to save, that is). It’s easier than making a half-cake or any other treat.
When I say we “celebrated” I mean it in the simplest sense of the word. We sing “Happy half birthday to you” and thawed cupcakes and that was the extent of the celebration.
Perhaps even that sounds over the top to you. After all, a half birthday is sort of a made up milestone.
(Maybe this would be a good time to tell you that my half birthday is coming up. February 29, canyoubelieveit.)
If you had asked me before I had kids, if I would do something as frivolous as celebrate half-birthdays with my kids, I might have laughed at you.
I imagined myself to be a mom whose foundation was minimalism. I would raise kids who savored the rare treat and appreciated seasonal produce. My children wouldn’t be able to identify a Happy Meal or Starbucks cake pop. My children would not ask for toys at Target or snacks at the grocery store because they would understand the value of restraint and contentment.
I’ll give you a moment to stop laughing because HAHHAHAHAHAHAHHA, I’m the exact opposite. I love celebrating, surprises, delighting my kids with after-school treats and unexpected stops somewhere fun. This comes in all shapes and sizes, most are not planned out or Pinterest-worthy. Sometimes it’s just because I want to go to Starbucks, so I veil it as a treat for everyone. That’s a privilege I’m claiming as a mom.
That’s the spirit with which we celebrate half birthdays. It’s not a required celebration, it’s a why not celebration. Why not eat cupcakes at lunch once in a while? Why not gather around the table and sing? And mostly, why not take every opportunity to make your kid feel special?
As long as there are people to celebrate with, there is a reason to celebrate.
Have you heard of this book? I think I’d like to be my own version of Mrs. Muddle.
Do you celebrate half birthdays or any other made-up holidays I should know about?