So, I just have to put up a little post bday roundup…..indulge me. Big news: the big bday bash was a success. The day, all day long, was a success. By which I mean, it was happy, joyful and full of laughter. By which I mean, it did NOT tip over into any sulks or tantrums or trigger rage or grief or nasty ungrateful gimmie’s. It didn’t dwell in the land of attachment/adjustment issues, nor did it fall into the developmental zone of three year old pouts and melt downs, or just mundane teen age drama and angst (if that is ever mundane…). It could’a. But it didn’t. It was her third birthday ever celebrated, officially. And it was her fifteenth, in chrono time.
So, it was a double helix of timing, converging into one sugar coated tiara of a day.
This birthday was simpler in many ways than the previous two, and thus, it was a gift to us as well. This birthday was kinda cool, actually…it was so much a “three year” birthday…but without the typically attendent birthday-itis of most three year olds. And without the attitude of a teen as well. All the gifts, big or small, were received with simple surprise and glee.
Every one. From the zany princess crown from a friend at school – worn all day with great pride – to the gummy bears and candy sour worms, to the coveted “cow boots” and “cow hat”….all were received with open mouthed delight and laughter and hugs and claps of joy.
Honestly, it was delightful to watch.
What was even more delightful, for me (because, as ever, it’s all about me me me), was the simple ease and joy of this birthday. It could’a gone either way. Holidays and big events are loaded, triggers often. But this one went off without a hitch; and to see that ability to just be happy and enjoy, in a happy revelry…well, it made me grin with delight too. I am gonna take it as a sign of healing and stepping forward, even if it’s a baby step. And yeah, I know, that part of this is just dumb luck and that fact that cupcakes and cakes were liberally sprinkled throughout the day (Thanks Teach! Thanks Coach!)….but even so it was marked progress from the past two years of birthday celebrations.
We had no tension, only glee. She got to do her favorite things in the world: be at school, say hello to all her friends and everyone she passed at school (wearing her crown), and then go to basketball practice to boot (again, with surprise cupcakes). Then home to her favorite, chosen, meal and dessert, presents and more songs and attention.
Overkill? Maybe. You might think so. But then again, maybe not. She has a lot of birthdays missed to make up for. Did she kind of wear us out leading up to it? Did we just start giggling at watching her be so over the moon over every tiny thing? Oh, yeah, surely yes to both. But…….Why not milk it for every single bright blingy sweet moment she can? Why not let her simply relish every last drop of it? It’s a goodness and an attention that any one of us, in our deepest heart of hearts, really maybe craves. So, we are happy for her to have it. Not every day, no. But one day, or a third time in fifteen years? Oh yeah, you betcha.
It was a very good day for that birthday girl.