When I was about six or seven-years-old, my mother threw me a surprise birthday party. Well, the “surprise” part didn’t happen. My neighbourhood friend Kenny sort of gave it away early on. We were playing at his house a few days before and he couldn’t help saying “I’m so excited! I can hardly wait! Oops!” covering his mouth and giggling. I knew something was up.
On the day of the party, my mother sent me across the street to play in the park, while she secretly decorated the backyard. When she called me home, she put a blindfold on me and took my hand to lead me outside to the yard. It was very still and quiet until I heard a giggle. Yep, it was Kenny. He just couldn’t keep quiet.
My blindfold came off to reveal all of my neighbourhood friends gathered to celebrate my birthday. It was a wonderful day.
Birthdays are a far more complicated event for parents these days. Theme parties, dress-up parties, movie parties, adventure parties…you name it, there’s a way to make a kid’s party out of it. It’s exhausting to think about.
But this year…
Yes, this year, it’s a whole different story. Suddenly you can’t just book a party room at the movie theatre, or arrange for a pool party at the rec centre for your kids. Even something as simple as my little surprise party in the back yard is better left for another time.
There have been some pretty inventive alternatives, though. Decorating the front yard in birthday balloons and paraphernalia, for instance, so that people can honk and wave happy birthday. Or sending your child an “animal gram” in the form of a video created for them with their favourite animal.
A birthday parade is a big hit this year, with friends and family decorating their cars and driving around in a fancy show. There are even virtual scavenger hunts and, in some special cases, the local fire department will drive one of their big trucks by the house and turn on the siren as a birthday wish.
My oldest adult daughter’s birthday was not ordinary this year, but not because of COVID. It took place back in mid-February before there was any thought about Armageddon. We were in Hawaii, where she had never been, to celebrate a special year of accomplishments for her. We even went to a Luau the night of her birthday to celebrate. All was well in the world, and it turned out that she had the most normal birthday out of all of us.
Because by the next birthday in our household, my husband’s in early May, we were full-fledged into the pandemic. I wasn’t ready to go into the mall to buy a card yet, even though the mall had opened by then. I ended up creating a book of photos from a big trip we took a couple of years ago and making the card myself, the one pictured above, after researching some ideas online. We ordered in some food, had a little cake with candles, and did our best to make it normal.
This past week, my other daughter and I had our birthdays a few days apart. We’re in a different kind of birthday routine now, adjusting to a new way of doing things. In fact, it’s my birthday as I’m writing this. I’ve spent most of the day doing what I love to do, writing and painting, so it doesn’t take much to find my happy place. But right now there’s some whispering in the kitchen, and a match is being lit.
Something’s going on.
I swear, I can hear Kenny giggling…
Irene Jackson is a guitar teacher, musician and general writer “wanna-be” living in the beautiful city of Victoria, B.C. Her website is at irenejackson.com.