To some, birthdays don’t mean much and the older we get, the less excited we are. It seems like we get excited to get to double digits, then being a teenager, suddenly being eighteen is the best thing. That’s when the count down to 21 starts.
My birthday has always been my favorite day. I grew up with two brothers, being the youngest it was like they were always needing more attention. March 17th was the one day I always felt like I didn’t have to fight for attention, was the one day everyone was nice to me. Was the one day that I got to pick what I wanted to eat, what I wanted to do, and was the day I was the happiest.
One thing about “my day” though, I shared a birthday with my grandpa and uncle, so I still wasn’t the center of attention which is ok. It’s just every year since I was little, I never had my own party, it was always combined with grandpas at there house. No sleepovers, bowling allies, just my family. It wasn’t until I got to around double digits that I could finally invite some girls out to the farm. I was so exited to have a “normal” girl’s birthday, until my brothers ruined it by steeling my friends and I spent it alone anyway.
That’s when I looked forward to the teenage years, I was old enough not to care about a party anymore and that’s when I got some of the best presents I could every ask for. I think my parents thought I was giving up on trying to make friends and was just lonely so on my 13th birthday I got my dog Shy, whom to this day is still my best friend and the best present ever.
When I turned 18 my family started to go out for supper instead of cooking at home. The day was normal with chores, work and whatever else that was going on and we celebrated at night. The family would all meet and go to a place of my choice, but this was also the first birthday my oldest brother started not showing up anymore to celebrate with us. Turning my day, into a Tylor day again.
Now we are on spring break, junior year in college and it’s my 21st not only that but it’s on St. Patrick’s Day! Awesome right? Well unlike others I’m not interested in bad decisions. My family as always made me a cake and we were going to go to a restaurant of my choice. That’s when I found out my brother Derek decided to throw me a party. He wanted to do something for me and decided to decorate this little bar/grill place we were planning on going to for supper.
I think that no matter how old we get we should continue to celebrate the day we came to exist. I stopped getting excited early on but keeping a good attitude and enjoying the little things like someone putting together a surprise for you now that’s something to be grateful for. Not everyone gets to celebrate in a big way but even knowing that someone cares about us on that one day does make a difference. Love life and don’t stop counting after 21, there are plenty more years to look forward to.