Strange topic for discussion, isn’t it? But November means more to me than just Thanksgiving and the start of the holiday season. For me, it spells birthdays. And today I’d love to hear about your birthday and anything special that you would like to share with us about them.
Okay, so why November and birthdays? Well, it begins with my own, I supppose. I’m a November baby. Now, I must make mention here that I do not like my sign, never have. And though some friends of mine might say that it fits me (somewhat at least) — to my way of thinking, it does not.
That aside, when I was young I always thought that my birthday was special, because in southern Illinois (where I grew up), November was probably the most beautiful month of the year. Smells of leaves and the crisp air, combining with the scent of smoke from the leaves being burned (yes, in southern IL at that time, we burned our leaves) all made the month special for me. However, never, not once in all my growing up, did I ever have an actual birthday party — not until I was older and with a family of my own did that ever occur.
My children say that November is a tough time for them because of all the birthdays in the month. To start off, there’s mine, then there’s my brother-in-law’s and my favorite cousin’s, then there’s my ex-hubby’s wife’s birthday toward the end of the month and then right at the end of the month is my ex-hubby’s birthday. There’s also a good friend’s birthday in there, as well. The above picture to the left by the way, is of a birthday party for my kids a few years ago.
This is Sammy, enjoying a birthday, as well. Now, let’s also take a look at the traditional Native American style birthdays. In the Lakota nation — or as I have been told — it was once customary for the person with the birthday to give gifts, not get them. Note that in Native America, sharing with others was natural and one of the highest honors accorded to an individual. No man could hold office who squandered his riches to himself. But don’t think that this was a form of socialism, as I have read others to envision. Definitely not, since socialism denotes the action of force in taking away the assets of another to give to someone else (and not necessarily to someone else who is more in need — often that asset goes directly into the pockets of the already rich and not-so-famous).
In Native America, sharing was an act of kindness and an act of selflessness. It was considered one of the highest actions a human being could bestow upon another, and nothing was ever taken from one by force (as in our income tax system). Things were given to others to show respect and to show one’s love of one’s fellows.
So please come and share your stories with me and with others today. I and our wonderful audience of romance lovers, would very much delight in hearing from you. But most of all, have a truly super November!