At the beginning of this month, I celebrated my 29th birthday. As long as I can remember, I have not really been a birthday person. The idea of celebrating entirely for me has always left me feeling awkward. However, now that I am a mom, I am trying to embrace celebrations.
Trying.
This year was a difficult one to really try and embrace the celebrations. It was a cold day on the 9th and my husband was working long shifts. My sister was also working which meant the two people I would usually celebrate with were unavailable, and if I am being perfectly honest, it was something of a relief.
As much as I told myself I wanted to lean into my birthday this year, I really didn’t want to. Getting older has always been an odd thing to celebrate for me.
A lot of people kept asking me what I did. Like my birthday was a grand event that needed to be thoroughly celebrated. I spent my day much like I have spent most of my days for the past 14 months; with my daughter.
We played all day, practiced her walking, I taught her some coordination games. Honestly, there was no better way to spent the day than with my favourite person.
As much as I want to make every celebration special for my daughter, there was nothing more special to me than just spending time with her.
These last two birthdays with her as a huge part of my life have been the best birthdays of my life.
