Yesterday my sweet Rebeka turned 11. She LOVES her birthday and its a very big deal. Its all my fault as I love birthdays too and from the very 1st one made a major drama of the day. The problem is trying to maintain that level of excitement and not let the day be an ant-climax which its bound to be. Last year she had a shitty birthday with 3 hours spent on the ferry in Thailand. You would think Thailand would be an awesome place to spend your birthday but most of the day consisted of traveling and they all got spending money for their birthdays so gifts were minimal. This year the day was carefully planned for max birthdayness for my Becks.
Cupcakes for all at school, alone time brunch with Dad, shopping at the mall with Mimi and Mom and finally movies just the 2 of us watching Monsters Inc 2. She knows I hate the mall and she LOVES it so really appreciated me shopping with her waiting patiently while she tried things on got to choose what she liked. They love clothes and have since tiny unlike their brother who never considered clothes a gift until at least 13. Sofie turns 9 this coming Saturday and she wants to go ice-skating. My baby girl turning 9?! Fortunately both parties are over and then its just Daniel on the 3rd of July who turns 17. How did I get to this stage? 9, 11, 17? I am VERY glad I don't have a baby or toddler and very glad I am totally done. I will always envy women with 4 kids and would have loved 4 but I am over it. No great longing for that 4th, no more adoption talk or dreams or thoughts. It took years to let it go but at this point in my life, I am happy with older kids. Next year my boy has his last year of high school. Its a cliche but time does fly by and last week as I watched him walk to the car I wandered who this big gorgeous boy was? My Daniel? I used to count the years one by one of getting him through school. Having an ADHD child, a boy no less and getting them through school feels like a mountain. Grade 1, grade 2, grade 3 and so you go on. This term he worked really hard and his report is good so I am chuffed. I think having a clever GF helps as they challenge each other.
Tonight its my brother-in-laws 40th so yet another birthday to celebrate which is divine. He is 5 years younger than my sister so it feels like he has been 30 forever. Once you hit 40 the playing field is even. 40, 42, 44, its all the same until some poor old sod hits FIFTY! Even though I have this kid who is about to turn 17 I still feel super young myself. I wish I had known I would feel like this at 42 which is great because perhaps at 50 I won't feel like such an old sod after all?
I attended a school friend's sons wedding a few weeks ago.... whilst sitting at the table with all the school friends (we are a close group of 8); the one whispered, "remember when we use to visit each others houses when we were teenagers and we use to laugh at the "old aunties" sitting watching us and talking adult talk? Now we ARE those "old aunties"" How scary is that since all 8 of us still feel as though we are 18....
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