The Sweetest Mother's Day Gift!

February will always be special to me because it’s the month I first became a mom. Yep, on February 27, 2004, a clueless 26-year-old me welcomed a 7lb. 15 oz. baby boy. (Thankfully, he dodged being born on Leap Day, which I was super stressed about!) He was born one day before my oldest brother’s birthday, so his birth also gave me one more thing in common with my own mom: we had our first children on nearly the same day 33 years apart, both boys. Pretty cool, right? As if that’s not cool enough, my best friend had her first boy exactly 15 minutes after I had mine, in the very same hospital! What? God is so good!

February babyNow I know every mom thinks their baby is special, but I knew from the start my guy was extra unique. For one thing, he was an easy baby. I still miss the days of his infancy because honestly it was one of the most carefree times of my life! (Although I love my other kids just as much, I cannot say that about their infancy, LOL!) So, I was not surprised to learn that there are statistics that back up my thoughts: my February baby is SUPER SPECIAL – and so is yours! Here are a few reasons why!

1. February spawns more smarty pants people

According to a Harvard study done in 2006, babies born in the winter perform better on intelligence tests. Since my older brother, born February 28th, is the smartest person I’ve ever met, this makes total sense to me! My oldest is quite the test-taker as well, and does very well in school. Of course, he was also full-term, which really helps with those kinds of issues as well.

2. They’re also more likely to have artistic talent

Across the pond in the good old UK, a study showed that “a February birth appears to increase the chances of being an artist.” So jealous! I have zero artistic skills, but my cousin Anna, also born February 28th (seriously, 10 years to the day my older brother was born!!) is an amazing artist, crafter, and seamstress. She runs her own successful face painting business and her talent boggles my mind!

3. And also, probably superstars

The Journal of Social Sciences reports that more celebrities are born under the Zodiac sign of Aquarius. So if you’ve got a February kiddo, you may also have a future Ed Sheeran (Feb. 17), Shakira (Feb. 2),  or Jennifer Aniston (Feb. 11) on your hands! 

4. They’re more apt to be larger than life

The Harvard study I mentioned earlier also found that at age seven, February-born babes were more apt to be taller and bigger than their peers born in different months! (Can’t say that for my own February baby, though.) Case en pointe: NBA greats Michael Jordan and Charles Barkley! You may have a future baller on your hands!

5. They’re better behaved

Remember how I mentioned my February boy was an easy baby? That has translated into his childhood and even his teen years! Much easier than my other two. When he was a baby and toddler, I thought it was because my husband and I were good parents. HA HA HA! Nothing like a second child to prove ya WRONG on that point! But a study in New Zealand did prove that in general, winter-born babies are better behaved than their peers born in other seasons. Soo…my November and December kiddos who were technically born in the FALL…maybe they get a pass…but I’m grateful at least one of my babes took it easy on me!

There ya have it! You always KNEW your February baby was a gem, and now you know science agrees with you! Soak up all that goodness while they’re young. As mine approaches 15 this month, I can tell you it goes by too fast!

 

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Jenny Rapson

Jenny Rapson is a follower of Christ, a wife and mom of three from Ohio and a freelance writer and editor. You can find her at her blog, Mommin' It Up, or follow her on Twitter.

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