The mystery of the summer birthdays
I'm a summer baby so my birthdays should have been populated by children in shorts and t-shirts, eating quickly melting ice cream and sticky watermelon. Instead the only birthday party I remember was on ice, in a local skating rink, and everyone was wearing hats and mittens.
When I was a kid there was no such thing as a summer birthday party. People went away for the summer. If you weren't fortunate enough to be born during the school year there was little chance that you'd get to blow out your candles surrounded by friends. That is, unless you had an awesome mom like mine who might throw you a half-birthday party in the dead of winter so you could enjoy celebrating with all your classmates.
Times have apparently changed. It's early August and we've already been to 7 birthday parties since school let out mid-June. Seven. And I'm pretty sure we've turned down an invitation or two because we physically can't be at two parties at once. In fact, we didn't even hold a party for our own two-year-old because we couldn't find a free weekend.
So what's happening? Are fewer people traveling? Has the lagging economy caused a summer birthday party boom? Or was I just oblivious to the whole birthday party bonanza before I had kids of my own?
I don't know what the answer is, but I don't really have time to explore the possible reasons; I have to run to Target to get another birthday present.
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