I love birthdays. I mean, I REALLY love birthdays. I was the kid who started reminding you 6 months out that my birthday was coming.
What could be better than a whole day dedicated to enveloping you in love and celebration?
We were out at dinner a few weeks ago and the tables near us held a big group of people celebrating a friend’s 50th birthday. As they sang to her and she blushed, I was struck by the love and warmth this person was surrounded by. It was so beautiful to watch. Totally reaffirmed my love of birthdays.
Once I had my own kids, I stopped focusing on my birthday (a little). Instead, I turned my creative energy into my kids’ birthdays. Sole Man says I enjoy it more than they do, and he’s probably right (but don’t tell him I said that).
I love it all: picking a theme, creating pieces that will make it fun, making goodies to giveaway. Eating cake.
I think those little touches make everyone feel special. Especially the cake. Take Middle’s birthday. She picked an ice skating party. For her goodies, we decided to do a big mug stuffed with hot chocolate packets and scarves. Middle helped make the scarves. I think it’s important for the kids to have some participation so they have a vested interest.
Now we could have just given plain mugs, but I personalized them. See the tutorial here. Who wouldn’t love to have their name on a mug. How special. I also made little skate tags. It just gave the whole thing a finishing touch. I think it is the special touches that people remember.
For example, when I was growing up, my Girl Scout leader Jackie Williams, who is incredibly creative, made these amazing stenciled pillowcases for sleepovers. All the guests signed it. I was desperate to have a sleepover party mostly because I wanted one of those pillowcases. I can’t remember much about the party, but I absolutely still have that pillowcase today. I still love it.
That’s the beauty of creativity. It brings joy.
Maybe one day, one of the kids from Middle’s party will look at their mug and smile.