My sweet C (’09) is turning five! How can that be? It seems like it was just yesterday we were bringing home our second little pink bundle from the hospital. I am having a very hard time with this birthday. This should be easy, I’ve already been-there-done-that, I should be a pro coming to terms with this. Why is this so hard? Oh, yea, she’s the middle child…and that mommy guilt is kicking in. Not only is she in the middle, but her birthday is two weeks after Christmas. Throw in the death of a very close family friend this year, and the fact that my alma mater is heading to the National Championship the day before her birthday, means that absolutely no plans have been made for her.
I wracked my brain trying to think of what we could do to make her birthday special. All I kept thinking was “how are we going to pull off a party?” But once we decided it was just too late to plan, I was able to think of so many things that I could do that would make her the happiest little 5-year-old in the world.
The morning of C’s birthday started off perfect, she slept until 7:30–which NEVER happens unless, of course, we need to be somewhere early. We made cupcakes the day before, but she had not seen the final product. I know C didn’t really care if they were homemade or store bought, but it made me feel good to make them for her.
My husband was able to look after the other girls so that just C and I could head out for a little mommy-and-me time. I try to find time to do things one-on-one with each of the girls but it just doesn’t happen as often as I would like. And until we are on our mommy-and-me time, I forget how much they really need it–and I forget how much I need it, too. We headed over to a local shopping center. She had a little birthday money burning a hole in her pocket!
While we were out, she asked if she could pick up a dress for an upcoming daddy/daughter dance. It wasn’t what I wanted to do but, in the end, watching her in the dressing room, twirling in each of the 7 dresses she tried on made me happy we did. We ended our night having dinner at a restaurant fit for a princess, Burger King.
At the end of the night I asked C what the best part of her birthday was, she told me it was getting her presents (hey, she is a kid)! But she has not asked, even one time, when is she going to have a party. This has made me realize that I am just too hard on myself. Our kids don’t want us to be perfect; they just want us to be there.