The birthday has been a hot topic in our home since last September. Lola came home at the end of June and a couple of months later both of her brothers celebrated birthdays. Whoa. Lola learned that birthdays are fun, have cake and that the birthday kid get presents. Thus began the four month countdown to January when Lola would have her very own birthday. I’m fairly certain that after celebrating the birthdays of her siblings she told her teacher daily “my birthday is coming” or “it’s almost my birthday.” She wanted that birthday something bad. I was almost tempted to just go ahead and have the birthday because her waiting was really becoming agonizing. But we waited and made paper chains and waited some more and finally January came. Lola got her special day.
That night when the special day was over I began to gather up the plastic Hello Kitty table cloth, so very full of crumbs and soda spills, when suddenly a little hand quickly covered mine. Lola whispered “but Mommy, it’s still my birthday.”
These are the moments when my guard goes down a little, when my heart breaks a little and my love for my new daughter is allowed to grow deeper.
It was a grand celebration indeed.