Every year my birthday is a big celebration, generally months of planning would go into it. I remember as a kid my two hour birthday parties would last for 6-8 hrs. We’d have every thing, bouncy houses, pottery wheel, candy floss, professional photographers. They were always a crazy affair.
Even when I moved away from home, they were big events, spanning days and cities at times. However, this year I didn’t feel like celebrating my birthday. For the first time the party invites had not been sent out even with just a week left to my birthday, no flights or concerts booked. Nothing at all. I didn’t mind. But it appeared my parents did, since I’ve moved, my birthday has become a more nostalgic day and makes them miss me more. They always find solace in me having a grand time in college, so hearing I had no plans this year upset them.
I didn’t want to celebrate because, well, I felt I didn’t do anything worth being celebrated. But seeing them disappointed I thought why not throw a party at an underprivileged school that my parents could organize and attend. Well we did just that! And my parents had a gala time. The children’s excitement, kindness, and love filled their hearts with joy. Making me wonder who committed the RAK, my parents or the kids?
Celebrating with others is always more joyous.