Birthday’s were always a big deal in my family growing up. We were fussed over, we always had a cake or flowers and were sung to no matter what. Presents were given on the bed before you had woken up – that meant that someone else had to be up first on the day just so they could wish you a happy birthday as soon as you woke up. Even when we were older (and still to this day) we have an unspoken rule among siblings that we HAVE to call each other by 12noon on the day of your birthday, because it’s the rules. The birthday rules.
It was my birthday yesterday. It wasn’t the best birthday I have ever had. There is no point going on/dwelling about what did and didn’t happen. Let’s just say that Rob was sick with a cold/flu, Daisy was sick with a cold and my Mum and brother (the only fam I have here in Sydney) both have swine flu so almost all birthday plans didn’t go ahead. Sure there were good moments, I got a little cake and got to see Daisy enjoy it all so it wasn’t all bad. But I was disappointed. And as everyone kept telling me (much to my dislike) that “at least there is always next year”, so there’s that.
I just have to make sure that all these new traditions that I am creating for our little family don’t lead to Daisy feeling too disappointed on her 32nd birthday.