I am no longer the mother of a child.
I’m kind of glad that I have been sidelined the past four days with an ugly, ugly stomach bug because I haven’t really had time to really feel all of the emotional feels going on with the reality that my baby boy is THIRTEEN!!!
But factor in the usual emotions that roll around every year just in time for his birthday when I think about his precarious beginnings, yada, yada, yada. Yeah, I know, I talk about all of that too much, as most parents of 1lb babies who survive past their first birthday do. Daniel knows too well. He mostly appreciates it too. But today he is thirteen and he’d much rather do what he wants on his thirteenth birthday as most teenagers want to do.
Yeah, as much as he won’t admit it, he was probably glad that mom has been sick.
Every chance he got he told me that today was the best birthday because this is thirteen.
Happy birthday my beautiful, wonderful, miraculous son!
She arrived at last,
and the party started all over again.
Just twenty eight years ago today, being fashionably four days late, she arrived at last. Yes, the party did start all over again…
and it goes on…
as the best parties often do.
Today my first born, quite possibly the most perfect 8lb 4oz girl child (second only to her own 8lb 4oz girl child), was born which means that yes, I am now the mother of a 28 year old woman!
Desperately resisting the urge to shout, “I made dis!”
Oh, the struggle!
The struggle is real.
I could not be prouder of this bright, talented, wise, thoughtful, strong, gorgeous woman.
Oh, screw it!
I made this gorgeous human!
You are very welcome Universe!
Happy birthday my amazing, wonderful Hollie~Bear.
When you are three you navigate this world the way that you want…
because you are three.
You eat what you want.
You wear what you want.
You even boldly change your name from Fallon to Caitlin because obviously your Mommy got it all wrong naming you Fallon because it is clear that you are Caitlin. You are especially vindicated when your Mima tells you how your own Mommy decided when she was a little girl that her Mommy Dearest spelled her name wrong on her birth certificate and then made the necessary corrections.
But the best thing about you when you are three is you can sing at the top of your lungs, “I came in like a wrecking ball…“ over and over and over again while you are swinging on a swing because when you are three years old and you are you, it makes total sense.
Happy, happy birthday our perfect palindrome, darling monster, fancy Fallon Elizabeth! I know, your name is actually Caitlin but I am going to play the grandparent card and stubbornly refuse to acknowledge your true name or even the correct spelling as grandparents do sometimes.
Today my poor, forgotten middle child is celebrating a milestone birthday which is a very big deal…except for the fact she has managed to get served in the past. I can’t believe no one has ever questioned that fake ID of hers. Then again, no one ever questioned mine back in the day. But as I do with every birthday celebration of each and every one of my darling circus clowns, I get all sentimental and nostalgic searching through old pictures and files of when they were my babies because…OMG, my babies have grown up much, much too fast!!! But this time I am enjoying more the sisters and brother sharing old pictures and memories and perhaps revealing secrets that I imagine my darling Abigael Rose wishes were not revealed.
I watched you come into this world and proceed to make life your bitch.
Her sister’s right; and all the while she managed to look like a sweet, little angel who couldn’t possibly be making life her bitch.
That, my friends takes skillz, real skillz.
And having sisters always by your side sharing good times and bad times…
and adventures…so many adventures…with bad hair and costumes.
Don’t forget your brother who is always your friend.
21 years ago today the world became an even more awesome place because this young lady was born. Lucky world! That, my darling forgotten middle child is why you can never, ever be forgotten.
Happy birthday my wonderful Abigael Rose! I promise not to tell anyone that you still sleep with Baby and sometimes suck your thumb.
Nothing shows more birthday love than some “Man-Cake” maple chocolate bacon cupcakes from Christina’s Cupcakes.
Am I right?
Yeah, yeah, yeah…just hurry up with the “Happy Birthday” song so I can enjoy my chocolately, maplely, bacon man-cake goodness.
All kidding aside, my darling husband did enjoy his day of moving furniture for his first-born, magic compliments of Alex Ramon, tri-tip dinner with his noisy family circus gathered round followed with some delicious cupcakes and ice cream because it is also National Ice Cream Day…
I think not.