Its happening. My children are growing older, smarter, funnier, more independent.. at times it takes my breath away.
Recently Mid celebrated his 9th birthday. We invited of few of his friends to Calaway Park in Calgary. It was a really nice day. I am thankful for the friends Mid has made and the boys that were at his party; such nice kids. Some of the parents stuck around, which was terrific. They were an extra set of hands and eyes as our merry little troop navigated the rides.
So, nine years ago today, JB and I got up out of bed, took Girl to day care and informed her that when her dad came to pick her up later that day, she would be a big sister. Worth noting, due to complications from my pregnancy with her, I had to have a C-section and it was scheduled for Tuesday morning. It was a bit weird to pick my son’s birthdate, but as a Type A German, it was also nice to be able to plan for his arrival. So after dropping Girl at day care, we were off to check into the hospital. At the time, my parents lived about an hour away. We told them they did not have to come, that we would call them when Mid was born, but they showed up anyway. Its kind of cute how my parents try to be all cool and together when exciting stuff is happening in our family and they just have to be part of it. Anyway… my parents were there.
Over the past nine years, Mid has challenged me in ways that his older sister has not. He climbed through the kitchen cabinets. He bull-rushed the baby gate to keep him safe from falling down the stairs. He threw tantrums. Every now and then, he looks at me, hugs me and tells me, ever so tenderly, “you are the best mom I’ve ever had”, giggles and runs off. I have not been allowed to hold his hand or kiss him in public for two years. *sigh*
I am getting all misty again, so back to the party. Mid decided that he had enough stuff, so we had a food drive. He asked that his friends bring items for the food pantry in place of bringing presents. Super proud of him for that. And a bit relieved, because I really don’t want to figure out how to cram more beeping plastic into our house. But I digress.
Highlights of the day were the many rides the boys went on throughout the park. On the first ride someone let it slip that there was a birthday boy present. The attendant stopped everything and had all those within earshot sing “Happy Birthday” to Mid. He was embarrassed. And by that, I mean he loved it. Apprentice went on his first roller coaster, no doubt influenced by his longing to do anything/everything his brother does. My daughter brought a friend, so not to be surrounded by boys – ick! – all day. They had a blast doing their own thing. At last, the time came for brownies and snacks. Like starving wolves, the boys descended on the picnic table to pick up snacks and juice. Silly me, I brought napkins and forks. When the feeding frenzy was over, so was the party and the brownies I had lovingly prepared, (with the help of a box mix labeled “Ghirardelli”, don’t judge), had disappeared. A most satisfying day.
Today I am thankful for the second of my children. Happy Birthday!