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Well, our family is heading into the March birthday season, that annual time when we have two birthday weekends of our own, not to mention one of the two birthday recipients’ best friends, who also has a birthday in there. In happier times, we’ve sometimes combined hers with one of ours and had joint celebrations. This year, of course, it will be a pandemic birthday.
And, what makes me sad, and angry, and frustrated, is that, being that we live in America and are talking about March birthdays, this will be the first crop of kids now experiencing their second pandemic birthday in a row. That sucks for them. It would suck for anyone, but in this case I’m talking about kids celebrating birthdays ranging from their 7th (our youngest child, last year) to their 15th (our middle child and their friend, this year). I mean, I can’t imagine how hard it would suck to have your 16th birthday, or your 18th, or your 21st, in all this shit, and I know there are people going through that to
But, this is the world we live in, so we make the best of it. We do Zoom birthday parties, and hold online gaming events, and, if we’re lucky enough to have social bubbles, maybe do very small parties within those. And we make sure we let our kids know that they are still loved, even if the world is kinda shitting on them right now. And we keep telling them that this won’t be forever.
Hopefully, we’re not lying.