Monday, November 23, 2009

a littie vilege

Birthdays are fun, because you get to be special. Whether or not you choose to inform the world that it’s your special day is a personal choice, but what’s the fun in keeping it to yourself? If the peeps don’t know it’s your birthday, how can they be expected to treat you like you are special?

I like when automated things know it’s your birthday – like when my membership card was scanned at the gym on Thursday, the wee attendant glanced at the screen and said: “Happy Birthday!” And it’s fun to get cards and coupons in the mail from the establishments that I frequent. It reinforces the special treatment that we all deserve on the anniversary of our birth every year.

Nothing makes me feel more special than the sentiments I get from my kids on my birthday. Kids stare at you in starry eyed wonder when it’s your birthday. They know about special. They know about birthdays. Even when it’s not their own birthday, they rejoice in the spirit of the occasion. And why not? Birthdays substantially increase the likelihood that on any given day, there will be cake.

Birthday cards are special too. I love getting cards. My husband likes to get me the cards that bust out in song when you open them. But our kids are card makers. We are all about wrapping gifts in the funny pages and making home made cards. They always come out better than anything that you could hope to find in a hallmark store.

My kids are prone to long, drawn out messages in their cards. They have a lot to say to the birthday person, and they put a great deal of time and thought into how they want to express their sentiments. This year my girl was particularly emphatic in her expression of adoration for me.

Here is the front of her card:





Awwww, sweet!
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And the inside.... did she beg inspiration from her holy-roller Aunt Ellie? It appears that message written on the left side of the card is framed by a cross. And on the right?



Oh my.
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She likes me! She really likes me!



It is troue.


The drawing that she made on the front of my card is one that can be found on any of the many sheets of sketch paper that are strewn about our house. The fridge is positively silly with them. Here's the full color drawing of the scene. My girl handed this to me at bedtime a few nights ago and said:

"I made this for you, but I can't spell little or village."


on the back:





Of course, my boy made me a card this year as well. He is also known for being extremely demented verbiose and sentimental in his offerings:


And on the back, he drew a beautiful, transformative image that expresses the depths of his love and devotion:

I love you too, honey.

5 comments:

Me, You, or Ellie said...

Oh. My. God. Jacqueline, your kids are wack. And I mean that in the nicest possible way.

And, oh yes, your darlin' girl *is* "particularly emphatic in her expression of adoration for" you. And how!

Great stuff.
Ellie

Hsin-Yi said...

Happy (late) Birthday Jacquie! I love your kids cards, and it makes me look forward to the day when I get those!

Boys have the most interesting minds...

Autumn said...

That is classic. I love those kids! I love Jimmy's drawing of a man with a heart tatoo on the bicep. What the??? Where on earth does he come up with these ideas? And I can almost hear Clara saying those things on her card... It almost is a talking card!

Me, You, or Ellie said...

My first reaction was a sigh of relief that your girl cannot spell yet either, but of course, that's not the point. The point is that you are her life!! Lol.

My second reaction was to laugh at all the many, many piercings your boy's transformative image is displaying. Wtf?

Quite a pair you have there, sistah!

Sorry for the delay in commenting. I read this bright and early yesterday, but was interrupted by a coworker while trying to comment. I so hate when that happens at work!

Beth

Anonymous said...

Oh my god, I laughed out loud at these! And the scary part? My 33 year old boyfriend STILL DRAWS PICTURES LIKE YOUR SON'S. Can. Not. Analyze. This.