The Christmas Birthday is the Worst

My birthday itself does not suck, but the date of it does. Almost 19 years ago, my mother gave birth to her favorite baby on December 23rd. Originally, I was due on the 24th, but my mother’s doctor had other things to attend that year for Christmas and induced the pregnancy. 

A birthday around or on a holiday often gets overlooked, especially if it’s a major holiday. Unfortunately, I had to be born during the most stressful time of the year, and it’s even more stressful when there are some of us in the family that have our birthdays within a week of Christmas. 

Normally, for my birthday I get to celebrate it on the day of or share a day with my family who have December birthdays. If I celebrate my birthday on my actual birthday, I usually stay at home and spend time with my family, eat cake, and open gifts. 

One year though, I went out Christmas shopping for someone else, and I got really upset because that’s not how I wanted to spend my day. Reminiscing on my past birthdays, It’s usually depressing because I’m having a crisis that I’m actually getting older.

I don’t hate my birthday or Christmas, but I do wish sometimes that I had a different birthdate. To be honest, I see my birthday as the most important day of that week anyway because it goes with my birthday. Me.