Sunday is Sawyer's first birthday as an
official member of my family. He turns seven years old. He missed the age
minimum for indoor soccer by 17 days. He's excited because he gets to bring
donuts to Sunday School to celebrate.
I'm sad his birthday is on Sunday. Before
he was adopted, we weren't exactly sure which day his birthday was. We had a three-day
span when his birthday could have been. We let him chose the day he wanted to
celebrate. He chose the 16th. After getting his birth certificate, we know it's
the 17th. My mom had to break the news to him that his birthday wasn't on the
day he had chosen. I don't know about you, but most families don't have to
explain the complexities of such birthdays.
I haven't gotten the chance to share my
birthday with my whole, 10 member-large, family, and I maybe won't for a long
time. My birthday is at the end of August, already a couple weeks into my
college semester. This past birthday was my 18th. It was so early in my college
experience, that I didn't have many friends. And, it was in the middle of the
week. Nothing exciting.
Birthdays are highly valued. Every child
anticipates the arrival of "their" day for months and months. Parties
are typically planned out in advance with great detail placed in the event, the
budget, the cake, the favors, the presents. Where I live, all the birthday
parties of my friends are almost the same. A crowd of kids from church and
school celebrate with cake and food in the fellowship hall of my church and
then play games throughout the darkened building. The other option is the same
people doing the same thing at a school gym. The only thing that changes is the
person whose birthday is being celebrated. Birthdays to us was more about
enjoying each other than the lavishness of a party. My point of this blog post
isn't to argue about what a birthday party should or shouldn't be, even though
I have a lot of thoughts after doing some quick google searches. My point is to
show you that birthdays mean something to us.
The day we are born holds a huge amount of
significance for the rest of our lives. We carve it in stone when someone dies
to show everyone that that was their birthday. Even after friends and family
die, we remember their birthday. My little sister Julia died before I got a
chance to hold her, but my parents still turned her would-be birthday into a
day of celebration. We celebrate the joy of family on that day. When Anna was
separated from us, I missed her forth birthday and hurt so much.
Through a few quick google searches, I got
a good idea of how much our nation values birthdays based on the average cost
of parties. Although, I can't imagine spending a huge sum of money on stuff for
a party, I wasn't surprised. It's a birthday, it's a celebration of life. Of
course some people would pour into that life that's being honored, even if it's
largely financial. A birthday party is a way of saying, "We celebrate the
life you have that is marked by this date! Today is a milestone in the life of
you!"
If I asked you, "Do you believe that
everyone should have a birthday?" what would you say?
My
guess, is that you'd say, "Yes."
Well, I agree. I believe that every life
should get a birth day. Everyone deserves to have the chance to have a day that
marks the day they were born. I wonder what would happen if more people
considered that the consequences of abortion was that a little life will never
get a birthday, a milestone marking their life, a day to honor them.
~ Alyson
I agree everyone deserves a birthday.
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