Happy Birthday!

At 8:50 PM on January 26, 2006 my son made his grand entrance, announcing his arrival with a loud scream and my life was forever changed.  We celebrate this momentous occasion every year.  While his 1st birthday was small because he was afraid of crowds, it was huge in my heart.  To my delight, he covered his face with his first piece of cake, adding pictures to the family album.  The next year he was in pre-school and we invited his friends to an activity center, so that they could fight over the toys and throw cake at each other.  Because I couldn’t wait any longer to go to Disney World, we took him for his 4th birthday.  Overwhelmed by thousands of people and the excitement, he had a melt down and yelled at me and my husband “You’re Fired!”  Shocked, I exclaimed “This is not how I envisioned this moment.”  Each year has been memorable and dear to me filled with joy and sometimes meltdowns.  But, I wouldn’t trade these moments for anything in the world.  So, today I say Happy Birthday again to my son and I am very grateful that you are here.

I Want To Be Like My Son When I Grow Up

My son came home upset the other day, because kids were making fun of him at school.  When I tried to counsel him and help him figure out how to deal with the other kids, he exclaimed “Mommy they are just going to have to accept me as I am!”  Then, he put his hands on his hips and stood proud and tall, declaring “They will just have to deal with it!”  In that moment, I was so proud of him.  It took me many years to learn to accept myself and stop listening to the bullies.  At almost 11 years old, he is way ahead of me.  What lessons did your children teach you this week?