Published at Friday, December 15th 2017. by Ericka Daniel in Happy Bitrthday.
Make it festive! Make it colourful! Make it bright! Three hundred and sixty-four days of the year we can teach our kids to be well-mannered , to get along with others, to share, and we teach them to accept being treated just like everyone else by the world at large, with no special privileges. On that three hundred and sixty-fifth day, however, break all the rules. Sure, children must still be polite and cooperative on that day, too, but let them know that they really are special, and that birthdays are special holidays just for them alone, celebrations of their births, and theirs alone!
The Happy Birthday Song story starts in Kentucky with 2 sisters called Mildred J. Hill (born in 1859), and Patty Smith Hill (born in 1868). Another sister called Jessica also played a role, but more on that later. Patty was a nursery school teacher (and eventually principle) who helped found the Institute of Child Welfare Research and Columbia in 1924, and also created the Patty Hill Blocks used in schools nationwide. Mildred, like her sister, also started out as a kindergarten and Sunday school teacher but she eventually became a concert pianist and composer, she took a very scholarly approach to music and specialised in the field of Negro spirituals.
Good morning to you,
Birthdays are celebrated as joyous occasions, from quietly given gifts, to intimate family dinners, to enormous surprise parties, to raucous all night parties in glitzy nightclubs. For children, especially, birthdays can be special occasions, and days for everyone to say We love you and we are glad that you were born. We are grateful that you are a part of our lives and we want to celebrate your special day! Its fun to make a big deal out of a child is birthday.
My reality. Year after year after year, this never happens. You would think I would learn by now, but I still have not. I still go to bed thinking I will wake up and feel older, wiser, smarter... something. I never do. I guess this is where my birthday disappointment begins. To be honest, I do not recall having any excellent dreams the night before my birthdays. If I do, they have never been fulfilled. In all of my birthdays, none of them have consisted of confetti or feeling like a Queen. I know the sun comes up every day, although I can still think, on my birthday, it came up just for me. It did not choose its color, based on my opinion. I have never received flowers or balloons on my birthday, which is sheer tragic. I have longed and desired for a surprise birthday party, but that one still has only happened in my dreams. I remember all of my friends and family birthdays but very few seem to remember mine. If they do, I do not receive a phone call. I sometimes do not get to go out to dinner for my birthday. If I do, it is the usual restaurant. The only adventure I have had is thinking about the adventure I do like to have. The last spectacular event I attended on my birthday was... well, I do not remember ever having one. I have never met the man of my dreams, although I still hold out hope. It might be interesting for all of my friends to meet. Have you ever wondered how that would be for all of your friends, whom you talk about with your other friends, to meet? I have never received a toast or a letter in any capacity, although the thought is a nice one.
Happy Birthday, dear (insert name here),