At what age does your birthday become just another day? For the last couple of years it has felt just like another day. When I was a kid, I counted down the days starting when school got out for the summer. When I was turning 18, I couldn't wait to be old enough to buy a lottery ticket. When I was turning 21, I had a calendar I made so that I could cross off each day to count down the days until the big celebration with my friends from work. At 30, my friend Claire and I put together a 30th birthday bash.
I watched Aaron recently celebrate his 10th birthday, painstakingly trying to decide what ONE thing he would do to celebrate his birthday. Would it be going to a movie, going to the local pool, going to Chuck E. Cheese, it was a tough decision. I have also watched him over the last couple of days ponder what is the best way to spend his birthday money. In theory, he has spent it about 100 different ways. Watching him enjoy his birthday, made me realize for me it was just another day.
So in an attempt to celebrate the magic, I am enjoying the kids making me breakfast this morning. We bought some cinnamon rolls in the can yesterday so they could make them for me. While I was drying my hair this morning, I had several interruptions such as, how do I turn on the oven, what do I put the rolls on, where is the grease to grease the pan, can you come "pop" the can open for me. I came downstairs quickly realizing I needed to supervise. All 3 kids were afraid to open the can of rolls because they don't like the popping sound it makes. In my bravest effort, I opened the can without incident. After the rolls were safely in the oven, Evan, who is 4, came up to me and told me I was so brave. I asked him why he said that and he preceeded to tell me that I was so brave because I opened the can of rolls. I guess that in itself is the magic I have been missing on my birthday, enjoying the moments in which I am so brave in my son's eyes. (On a side note, it is now 10:08 and we are just getting ready to enjoy this fabulous birthday breakfast, thank goodness, I don't plan on the kids making breakfast every day!)
I watched Aaron recently celebrate his 10th birthday, painstakingly trying to decide what ONE thing he would do to celebrate his birthday. Would it be going to a movie, going to the local pool, going to Chuck E. Cheese, it was a tough decision. I have also watched him over the last couple of days ponder what is the best way to spend his birthday money. In theory, he has spent it about 100 different ways. Watching him enjoy his birthday, made me realize for me it was just another day.
So in an attempt to celebrate the magic, I am enjoying the kids making me breakfast this morning. We bought some cinnamon rolls in the can yesterday so they could make them for me. While I was drying my hair this morning, I had several interruptions such as, how do I turn on the oven, what do I put the rolls on, where is the grease to grease the pan, can you come "pop" the can open for me. I came downstairs quickly realizing I needed to supervise. All 3 kids were afraid to open the can of rolls because they don't like the popping sound it makes. In my bravest effort, I opened the can without incident. After the rolls were safely in the oven, Evan, who is 4, came up to me and told me I was so brave. I asked him why he said that and he preceeded to tell me that I was so brave because I opened the can of rolls. I guess that in itself is the magic I have been missing on my birthday, enjoying the moments in which I am so brave in my son's eyes. (On a side note, it is now 10:08 and we are just getting ready to enjoy this fabulous birthday breakfast, thank goodness, I don't plan on the kids making breakfast every day!)
3 comments:
Happy Birthday!!! You realize that this is the year that we're on the slippery slope to 40. How is that possible I'd like to know? Miss you lots. Love, Diane
Hey there! How come you were drying your hair? Does that mean you showered before noon? :-)
Happy Birthday!!!
I will miss you at Camp Geneva, even though we won't be there either. :-)
Take Care,
Heidi
Happy belated. This one made me tear up. I knew you'd be great at blogging!
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