You may not believe what I’m about to tell you, but I can remember the day I was born.
Not many people can say that, but I recall laying in that room with all the other babies, half asleep, crying for no reason, just because we didn’t know what the hell was going on. I recall being swaddled in a blanket at only 2 minutes old. Strange right? You’re damn right it’s strange.
I remember each birthday I’ve ever had, because my parent’s made sure to do something special for each one. At a year old, I was dressed like a clown, at 10, I got a gold BMX bike, whose reign ended when my cousin smashed it, and his face, into a Stop sign. At 18, I had a surprise party, where my parents got me a stripper and awkwardly watched me like a hawk, ordering me to enjoy the lap dance because it cost money.
Yesterday, my son turned 2. I had no choice, there was absolutely no way around it, I had make sure I pass on this legacy of outstanding birthdays to my second son. Needless to say he was a bit frightened from the cute little candles his mom picked up at the store, but he took it like a champ. Both his reaction and the experience…Priceless.
I’m not sure whether she picked these candles up at the Lowes foods around the corner, or drove to South of the Border at the NC/SC line and bought some Mexican pyrotechnics, but I’m thinking we make make these roman candles a Bday tradition.
If ever you get a chance to make even the smallest memory with your kid, do it. Chances are, you’ve asked your parents “hey do you remember when so and so did this or that”, and their response: “I can’t remember”. I know it’s happened to me. Be in the moment and make it something great for them.
Just a note, I can’t remember the day I was born. I can barely remember what I did on Monday.