I was just chatting with (in my opinion) some of the best women anyone would be lucky enough to call their friends, and the topic of our birthdays when we were young came up. This got me thinking about a couple of things.
The first is that (and I’m going to brag a little here), I had the best birthday parties growing up.
I usually had about four or five of my closest friends over. The decorations were fabulous and consisted of rubbing balloons in our hair and sticking them to the wall. Why don’t people decorate like that anymore?
My birthdays are in March so it was often cold, but we could still play inside. We would play some games, then the big treat came when we got to watch a movie.
My dad sat down and got it all set up on our new brand new VCR. At the time, our VCR was top of the line. Brand new. It even had its own remote that my dad could use. He could sit on the couch and press play, and it would play. He had to lean a little forward though because the remote had to be attached by a chord and it only reached so far. We all thought it was the coolest thing. He could actually pause a movie; in the middle. Just freeze the screen. It was so innovative.
After the movie was the cake. Oh snap. The cake. When we were young, my mom stayed at home and she made and sold cakes on the side. And they were the best. Ever.
So she made my birthday cake every year. But this wasn’t any ordinary cake. I usually had two options. Either a teddy bear cake, or a doll cake. The reason for that is because both of these options came with a mini cake that each of my friends got to take home. This would have been in place of, what is now, a goody bag.
When I got older, I got to add a sleepover to my party.
The second part that to this that got me thinking is that I stress too much about my daughter’s parties. When it’s all said and done, I remember my friends, my family, the cake and the time spent together. That’s what made me smile with warm fuzzies as I sat here and thought about this today.
Growing up, what was your favourite birthday party memory? I’d love to hear them. Leave a comment on the post here or on our Facebook page.
Sheri publishes, and writes at This Bird’s Day where she shares all of the thoughts in her head without the voices. Sticking mainly with content for Canadians, Sheri shares family stories, product information and anything that fits into her (and her family’s) daily activities.