First birthday, life’s first major mile stone. The little guy gets a cake all to himself (I think it’s called it a “smash cake”), one he can dig in to and destroy without any rules or constraints. He gets to do everything his way. Its his birthday, for cryin’ out loud, and his first one to boot, so behavioral boundaries are limitless.
There are no “rules of engagement”, so to speak; i.e. no right or wrong way to approach the cake, no rules of etiquette. Just do whatever your little heart wants. If you want to touch the cake, stick your finger in it, grab it, squeeze it, taste it, throw it, smear it, or dive head-first into the cake, its okay. Its all good. No sharing, its all yours; everything and anything is O-kay.
Too bad he won’t remember it. He doesn’t realize the freedom he has at this moment in his life, free to do anything without repercussion. No pressure from parents, peers or society. From now on, and for the rest of his life, he will be shaped, molded and conformed by other people’s value judgments. Several decades later, when all his ancestors and most of his peers are gone, his birthday party might allow him this much freedom again. Enjoy it while you can, kiddo; this is cheap entertainment for the rest of us.
Thought for the Day: Our wretched species is so made that those who walk on the well-trodden path always throw stones at those who are showing a new road. Voltaire