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In a message dated 5/12/2003 9:18:12 PM Eastern Standard Time,
[email protected] writes:

> A long time ago when Dylan was four or five and trying to remember days
> of the week, he asked, "what day is it?" I said, "Sunday." He said,
> "I'm a son." <G>
>
> He gave me a little gift on Mother's day and I gave him one for Son day.
>
> He tells me mom's have it rough, only one day a year, but son's do
> alright with one every week.
>
> He doesn't get a gift every week, but he gets a "happy Sonday", and we
> all get to smile and remember. <g>
>

When Julian was younger he noticed that there was a Mother's Day, and a
Father's Day, and in our family, a Beffy-Boo Day. He asked when Children's
Day was.

Remember the response YOU got when YOU asked? I do.

So we invented Julian Day. It's a bit different from a birthday, and that it
celebrates who he IS, rather than just his birth (existence). He usually gets
a gift that reflects him (for example, one year he got the kayak he'd been
wanting and saving for), and we do something special.

Kathryn


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