My son just turned 6 1/2 years old. Remember when that “half” was of the utmost importance? Remember grimacing with displeasure when a parent had the audacity to describe you as six when you were really six-and-a-half? That half made a big difference.
There are some people who think that only the “big” birthdays and anniversaries deserve big celebrations. And by “big,” I mean “milestone” occasions that end with a five (twenty-fifth wedding anniversary) or a zero (thirtieth birthday). I’m not one of those people. For the first few years of Ryan’s life, we took his picture each month on the 30th (he was born on March 30th). In that early period of his life, it seemed that he was always growing, always changing, and I wanted to document those monthly changes. And personally, I don’t think turning thirty-eight was any less special than turning thirty. If anything, I have even more appreciation for my many blessings and more reasons to celebrate.
Likewise, I don’t think wedding anniversaries don’t need to be celebrated only once a year. My husband and I have a tradition of exchanging a card each month on the 14th (we were wed on February 14th).
These last few years have shown me first-hand how unpredictable life is. In hindsight, I think I spent too much time taking my life for granted. I was busy planning, checking things off my to-do lists, taking care of everyone around me (but me). So now I think it’s time to celebrate each day in some way, and certainly my son’s half-year birthday is one of those days.
No, we didn’t have a cake and a multitude of presents that will certainly accompany my son’s seventh birthday. But, there was a special note in my son’s lunch box and a surprise present waiting for him after school. After all, celebrations don’t need to be extravagant and lavish. They just need to be sincere.