If you are a relative of a December darling, listen carefully.
I was born on Christmas day before. It was a dissimilar story when I was younger, but now that I have six broods, I love my birthday since my children find it magical that I rejoice the day before Santa reaches.
My parents tried their firmest to make my day special when I was rising up, but Christmas took center stage. Many gifts were used as Christmas gifts, friends were busy, and large meetings were rare. Santa was often featured on my birthday cakes, and Christmas paper was used to shawl the gifts. She continuously appeared to take center stage.
As I produced older, my belvedere changed. When it was my birthday in college, we were able to rejoice together because my friends were home for winter break. As a mother, I found the day to be magical because of my children’s enthusiasm. I’m actually excited to embrace everything Santa-themed as I rejoice my 30th birthday this year.
However, my grandmother was the one who pointedly reformed my feelings regarding my December birthday. She obvious that June 24th, my half birthday, was a good day to have fun when I turned ten. Though half birthdays were uncommon, she thought it would be worthwhile to found a tradition.
She would bring me to Cracker Barrel for breakfast every June 24th, after which we probably would go spending for a new pair of sandals and beachwear. It wasn’t flashy, but it meant a lot to me since it showed that someone was concerned enough to set aside a special day for me. Every year, I would count down the existences.
She still texts me on June 24th to let me know she hasn’t elapsed, even though we live in different states. Now that I’m a mother, I value her love and thought even more.
Other December babies that I know now host large half-birthday revels in the summer, complete with water balloon contests, pool days, and barbecues. I never wanted the term “half birthdate,” but I always wanted to do that just an excellent summer day with friends, free from the weight of Christmas. All I needed was the environment of a large party.
A small act of gentleness can have a huge impact if you know a child whose birthday is in December. In June, send them a postcard. Take them out to breakfast. Have eat in the park. Create a small tradition out of it. Feeling noticed and honored is more significant than the offerings.
If you’re a December sugar and don’t enjoy your birthday right now, know that it will get better with time. It gets much better after age 21. Santa almost skipped our house last year because of a little too much wine. Cheers to summertime revels and the individuals who contribute to their exclusivity.
