Will loves birthdays. Not just his birthday, but everyone’s birthday. His two favorite parts are the birthday candles and singing Happy Birthday.
Around two years old, he began to associate all candles with someone’s birthday. He would see a candle burning, and begin to sing “Happy birthday to you” and then try to blow out the candle. It didn’t matter if the candle was in a cake, cupcake, or just a candle holder, he would sing.
In the last couple of months, he has picked up on the fact that when you say “Happy Birthday” to someone it means something special. Soon, he began telling dad and I, “Happy Birthday” at various times throughout the day. I wasn’t sure if he was saying this because he wanted cake or saying it just for the sake of saying it. So I started paying close attention to when he would say it. I realized that he would say it before bed, after dinner, when leaving and often after giving me a kiss on the cheek.
I also realized that Will rarely said, “I love you” and if I told him “Will, I love you” he would reply, “Happy Birthday”.
There are days like the one when we were in the grocery store, he said “Happy Birthday” so many times it prompted another shopper to ask if it really was my birthday. Then are the moments, he hugs you and says with complete sincerity, “Happy Birthday Momma.” Somehow in his mind, ““Happy Birthday” has become as important and special as “I love you.”
I am not really sure what is going on in his little mind, but I will take every “Happy Birthday” he says and say “Thank you, baby.”
Then again, maybe I’m reading too much into this and he really hoping someone will just give him some cake.
Around two years old, he began to associate all candles with someone’s birthday. He would see a candle burning, and begin to sing “Happy birthday to you” and then try to blow out the candle. It didn’t matter if the candle was in a cake, cupcake, or just a candle holder, he would sing.
In the last couple of months, he has picked up on the fact that when you say “Happy Birthday” to someone it means something special. Soon, he began telling dad and I, “Happy Birthday” at various times throughout the day. I wasn’t sure if he was saying this because he wanted cake or saying it just for the sake of saying it. So I started paying close attention to when he would say it. I realized that he would say it before bed, after dinner, when leaving and often after giving me a kiss on the cheek.
I also realized that Will rarely said, “I love you” and if I told him “Will, I love you” he would reply, “Happy Birthday”.
There are days like the one when we were in the grocery store, he said “Happy Birthday” so many times it prompted another shopper to ask if it really was my birthday. Then are the moments, he hugs you and says with complete sincerity, “Happy Birthday Momma.” Somehow in his mind, ““Happy Birthday” has become as important and special as “I love you.”
I am not really sure what is going on in his little mind, but I will take every “Happy Birthday” he says and say “Thank you, baby.”
Then again, maybe I’m reading too much into this and he really hoping someone will just give him some cake.