Birthday rules, best friends, bus parties, and cops
I must start this entry with a question. Who else celebrates birthdays with the rule that no one (in the family or otherwise) can say "no" to anything you ask as long as it's not illegal or immoral?
Since I can remember, my family has cultivated this rule. It was the one day in the year that my brother and I did not have to make our beds, do our homework, we could break curfew (when we were older) and could basically not be asked to assist in any household related tasks.
This has always been a celebration of life, and in my house, laziness! It was WONDERFUL! Sure, I would get a bit pissy when my brother would make me get him soda after soda, and I could not say no, but I always knew my day would come too, and I would make full use of it.
My parents always asked us what meal we would like on our birthday, and cook it. They would ask what type of cake we wanted and buy it. Every step was taken to assure a fantastically carefree day for the special birthday person (parent and child alike).
I grew up thinking this was the norm.
Then I met my husband.
HIS family did not make a big deal of birthdays. They all got the same pineapple cake (which I had the pleasure of eating when in Quebec last month...it's not all it's cracked up to be, folks), and that was it. There was no special treatment, no rest for the birthday person...just a cake.
So, is it any surprise that he tries to treat my birthday the same way?
Sigh, three years in training, and my dear husband still doesn't get the whole "do whatever you have to to make the birthday person happy" thing. He wondered aloud this morning why he should have to follow "my rules" on birthdays, why it can't be more like his family.
Well, we have the rest of our lives to work on that, I guess...he will adopt this one tradidtion though...so help me....lol
Since I can remember, my family has cultivated this rule. It was the one day in the year that my brother and I did not have to make our beds, do our homework, we could break curfew (when we were older) and could basically not be asked to assist in any household related tasks.
This has always been a celebration of life, and in my house, laziness! It was WONDERFUL! Sure, I would get a bit pissy when my brother would make me get him soda after soda, and I could not say no, but I always knew my day would come too, and I would make full use of it.
My parents always asked us what meal we would like on our birthday, and cook it. They would ask what type of cake we wanted and buy it. Every step was taken to assure a fantastically carefree day for the special birthday person (parent and child alike).
I grew up thinking this was the norm.
Then I met my husband.
HIS family did not make a big deal of birthdays. They all got the same pineapple cake (which I had the pleasure of eating when in Quebec last month...it's not all it's cracked up to be, folks), and that was it. There was no special treatment, no rest for the birthday person...just a cake.
So, is it any surprise that he tries to treat my birthday the same way?
Sigh, three years in training, and my dear husband still doesn't get the whole "do whatever you have to to make the birthday person happy" thing. He wondered aloud this morning why he should have to follow "my rules" on birthdays, why it can't be more like his family.
Well, we have the rest of our lives to work on that, I guess...he will adopt this one tradidtion though...so help me....lol