Why do we make ‘having a birthday’ such a big issue?
The importance of our ‘birthday’ changes from one age group to the next…
You might say the coming of our birthday is more eagerly anticipated when we are younger.
To a child, the next birthday is a big event… You ask how old they are and they might answer - ‘3 ½’ or ‘almost 4’, or maybe something like, "I’m going to be 7."
One might just say the coming of our birthday is more eagerly anticipated when we are younger.To a child, the next birthday is a big event… Just ask a child how old he or she is and they might answer proudly“ I’m 3 ½” or “almost 4”, or maybe something like, "I’m going to be 7 on my next birthday."
As children we set up goals for ourselves like, "I can’t wait until I’m 9", or 12, or oh yes, "I can’t wait until I’m 16 so I can drive." Maybe "…18 so I graduate, or join the Navy; or "21, so I can vote." This is always progressing upward you see -- until maybe we hit our ‘30’s’. Then we "just turned 30", or "a few months ago I turned 45…" Notice the difference? We are past the ‘can’t wait until…’ stage of life and we start leveling off a little. "I’ll be 53 on my next birthday. Or maybe, "I just turned 60—"
I guess it’s around our 60’s that we start going the other way – "Don’t you realize I’m 63 now…" or even "Next year I’ll be eligible for Medicare!" And it’s then that we start asking ourselves, "Where has my life gone?" Like maybe we’ve been robbed, or, someone took a few years or something, while we wasn’t looking. Then, we find ourselves say something like-- "If I make it until the 2nd of next month I’ll be 75."
How would you celebrate an elephants birthday...
By the time we reach our 80’s we look at birthdays like a child again when ask how old we are; "I’ll be 82 on my next birthday." Or "I’m going on 87." By the time we reach our 90’s sometimes we can’t remember, like "Was I 92 or 93 last year?" When ask how old one senior was, I heard the reply, "Ask me something I know, silly!"
Being human, weall noticed different qualities among other people. We all know a dog ages ‘7 years for every 1 year for a man’but I’d say no one has ever noticed a ‘dog celebrating his birthday’ every 52.15 days or noticed some little old lady serving her poodle cake & ice cream for it’s birthday…, although I’d say some do.
Or, take the gestation period for an elephant is 2 ½ years; ever think that after two years that mom to be might just be saying ‘I can’t wait until my water breaks’. How could one even remember that birthday, "Now is it this year or next I celebrate." Besides, what celebration would you call it anyway, a Bi-Birthday?
The common house fly adult lives two weeks,some up to a month and I understand other insect’s life span is just 24 hours or less like the Titsy fly.
Will anyone remember...
I think an even bigger question about our individual birthdays by this time is "Do you think anyone else will remember?" We all like surprises I’m sure, but when all else fails, we drop a subtle hint and as time is getting shorter and shorter we get anxious, don’t we? "It’s tomorrow and I haven’t gotten one card…!"
Our birthdays are special to each of us, and no matter who else’s might fall on the same day. To us, It’s OUR day, and it’s special even if no one else thinks so. Because without having our own day--, we wouldn’t even be here…
© 2010 SamSonS
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